Life had seemed so good, his
moments with Jean so transcendent--there had been no room for anything
else.
But now he was to take up again the burden which he had dropped. He
was to consider his problem from a new angle. How could he bring Jean
here? How could he let her clear young eyes rest on that which he and
his mother had seen? How could he set, as it were, all of this
sordidness against her sweetness? Money could, of course, do much.
But his promise held him to watchfulness, to brooding care, to
residence beneath this roof. His bride would be the General's
daughter, she would live in the General's house, she would live, too,
beneath the shadow of the General's tragic fault.
Yet--she was a brave little thing. He comforted himself with that.
And she loved him. He slept at last with a desperate prayer on his
lips that some new vision might be granted him on the morrow.
But the first news that came over the telephone was of Jean's flitting.
"Daddy wants me to go with him to our old place in Maryland. He has
some business which takes him there, and we shall be gone two days."
"Two days?"
"Yes.
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