“Is it? I’m not sure, Judy.”
“It would be perfect if you’d accept him, Jane.”
“But I’m not in love with him.”
Judy, rather austere, with her black braids on each side of her white face, said, “Janey, do you know that not one girl in a thousand has a chance to marry a man like Frederick Towne?”
There was a breathless excitement about the invalid which warned Jane. “Now, darling, what real difference will it make if I don’t marry him? There are other men in the world.”
“Bob and I were talking about it,” Judy’s voice was almost painfully eager, “of how splendid it would be for—all of us.”
For all of us. Judy and Bob and the babies! It was the first time that Jane had thought of her marriage with Towne as a way out for Judy and Bob....
From his hotel at the moment of arrival, Towne called Jane up. “Are you glad I’m here?”
“Of course.”