“I don’t break engagements.” The cock of her head was like Baldy’s.
“Oh, you don’t. Some day you’ll be breaking them for me.” But he liked her independence. It promised much that would be stimulating. And he would always be the Conqueror. He liked to think that he would be—the Conqueror.
So he went away secure in the thought of Jane’s final surrender. There was everything in it for her, and the child must see it. Her hesitation was natural. She couldn’t, of course, come at the first crook of his finger. But she would come.
CHAPTER XIV
A TELEGRAM
“Janey——!”
“Yes, Baldy.” Jane sat up in bed, dreams still in her eyes. She had been late in getting to sleep. There had been so much to think of—Frederick Towne’s proposal—the startling change in Evans——
“It’s a telegram. Open the door, dear.”
She caught up her dressing-gown and wrapped it around her. “A telegram?” She was with him now in the hall. “Baldy, is it Judy?”