“All right,” he replied. But he was curious as to what the ex-Senator thought, what he had done, and how she had appealed to him. She explained briefly, then she heard her mother come to the door.
“Jennie,” she whispered.
Jennie went out.
“Oh, why did you go?” she asked.
“I couldn’t help it, ma,” she replied. “I thought I must do something.”
“Why did you stay so long?”
“He wanted to talk to me,” she answered evasively.
Her mother looked at her nervously, wanly.
“I have been so afraid, oh, so afraid. Your father went to your room, but I said you were asleep. He locked the front door, but I opened it again. When Bass came in he wanted to call you, but I persuaded him to wait until morning.”
Again she looked wistfully at her daughter.