“That’s a nice trip,” he said. “I came through New York in 1844. It was a small place then compared to what it is now.”
Secretly he was pleased that Jennie should have this fine chance. Her employer must like her.
When Monday came Jennie bade her parents good-by and left early, going straight to the Dornton, where Lester awaited her.
“So you came,” he said gaily, greeting her as she entered the ladies’ parlor.
“Yes,” she said simply.
“You are my niece,” he went on. “I have engaged H room for you near mine. I’ll call for the key, and you go dress. When you’re ready I’ll have the trunk sent to the depôt. The train leaves at one o’clock.”
She went to her room and dressed, while he fidgeted about, read, smoked, and finally knocked at her door.
She replied by opening to him, fully clad.
“You look charming,” he said with a smile.
She looked down, for she was nervous and distraught. The whole process of planning, lying, nerving herself to carry out her part had been hard on her. She looked tired and worried.