She pondered over the problem until evening, deciding first that it was best to run away, but remembering painfully that she had told him where she lived. Then she resolved that she would summon up her courage and refuse him--tell him she couldn"t, wouldn"t have anything to do with him. This last solution of the difficulty seemed simple enough--in his absence. And she would find work where he could not follow her up so easily. It all seemed simple enough as she put on her things in the evening to go home.
Her aggressive lover, however, was not without his own conclusion in this matter. Since leaving Jennie he had thought concisely and to the point. He came to the decision that he must act at once. She might tell her family, she might tell Mrs. Bracebridge, she might leave the city. He wanted to know more of the conditions which surrounded her, and there was only one way to do that--talk to her. He must persuade her to come and live with him. She would, he thought. She admitted that she liked him. That soft, yielding note in her character which had originally attracted him seemed to presage that he could win her without much difficulty, if he wished to try. He decided to do so, anyhow, for truly he desired her greatly.
At half-past five he returned to the Bracebridge home to see if she were still there. At six he had an opportunity to say to her, un.o.bserved, "I am going to walk home with you. Wait for me at the next corner, will you?"
"Yes," she said, a sense of compulsion to do his bidding seizing her. She explained to herself afterward that she ought to talk to him, that she must tell him finally of her decision not to see him again, and this was as good an opportunity as any. At half-past six he left the house on a pretext--a forgotten engagement--and a little after seven he was waiting for her in a closed carriage near the appointed spot. He was calm, absolutely satisfied as to the result, and curiously elated beneath a st.u.r.dy, shock-proof exterior. It was as if he breathed some fragrant perfume, soft, grateful, entrancing.
A few minutes after eight he saw Jennie coming along. The flare of the gas-lamp was not strong, but it gave sufficient light for his eyes to make her out. A wave of sympathy pa.s.sed over him, for there was a great appeal in her personality. He stepped out as she neared the corner and confronted her. "Come," he said, "and get in this carriage with me. I"ll take you home."
"No," she replied. "I don"t think I ought to."
"Come with me. I"ll take you home. It"s a better way to talk."
Once more that sense of dominance on his part, that power of compulsion. She yielded, feeling all the time that she should not; he called out to the cabman, "Anywhere for a little while." When she was seated beside him he began at once.
"Listen to me, Jennie, I want you. Tell me something about yourself."
"I have to talk to you," she replied, trying to stick to her original line of defense.
"About what?" he inquired, seeking to fathom her expression in the half light.
"I can"t go on this way," she murmured nervously. "I can"t act this way. You don"t know how it all is. I shouldn"t have done what I did this morning. I mustn"t see you any more. Really I mustn"t."
"You didn"t do what you did this morning," he remarked, paradoxically, seizing on that one particular expression. "I did that.
And as for seeing me any more, I"m going to see you." He seized her hand. "You don"t know me, but I like you. I"m crazy about you, that"s all. You belong to me. Now listen. I"m going to have you. Are you going to come to me?"
"No, no, no!" she replied in an agonized voice, "I can"t do anything like that, Mr. Kane. Please listen to me. It can"t be. You don"t know. Oh, you don"t know. I can"t do what you want. I don"t want to. I couldn"t, even if I wanted to. You don"t know how things are.
But I don"t want to do anything wrong. I mustn"t. I can"t. I won"t.
Oh, no! no!! no!!! Please let me go home."
He listened to this troubled, feverish outburst with sympathy, with even a little pity.
"What do you mean by you can"t?" he asked, curiously.
"Oh, I can"t tell you," she replied. "Please don"t ask me. You oughtn"t to know. But I mustn"t see you any more. It won"t do any good."
"But you like me," he retorted.
"Oh yes, yes, I do. I can"t help that. But you mustn"t come near me any more. Please don"t."
He turned his proposition over in his mind with the solemnity of a judge. He knew that this girl liked him--loved him really, brief as their contact had been. And he was drawn to her, perhaps not irrevocably, but with exceeding strength. What prevented her from yielding, especially since she wanted to? He was curious.
"See here, Jennie," he replied. "I hear what you say. I don"t know what you mean by "can"t" if you want to. You say you like me. Why can"t you come to me? You"re my sort. We will get along beautifully together. You"re suited to me temperamentally. I"d like to have you with me. What makes you say you can"t come?"
"I can"t," she replied. "I can"t. I don"t want to. I oughtn"t. Oh, please don"t ask me any more. You don"t know. I can"t tell you why."
She was thinking of her baby.
The man had a keen sense of justice and fair play. Above all things he wanted to be decent in his treatment of people. In this case he intended to be tender and considerate, and yet he must win her. He turned this over in his mind.
"Listen to me," he said finally, still holding her hand. "I may not want you to do anything immediately. I want you to think it over. But you belong to me. You say you care for me. You admitted that this morning. I know you do. Now why should you stand out against me? I like you, and I can do a lot of things for you. Why not let us be good friends now? Then we can talk the rest of this over later."
"But I mustn"t do anything wrong," she insisted. "I don"t want to.
Please don"t come near me any more. I can"t do what you want."
"Now, look here," he said. "You don"t mean that. Why did you say you liked me? Have you changed your mind? Look at me." (She had lowered her eyes.) "Look at me! You haven"t, have you?"
"Oh no, no, no," she half sobbed, swept by some force beyond her control.
"Well, then, why stand out against me? I love you, I tell you--I"m crazy about you. That"s why I came back this time. It was to see you!"
"Was it?" asked Jennie, surprised.
"Yes, it was. And I would have come again and again if necessary. I tell you I"m crazy about you. I"ve got to have you. Now tell me you"ll come with me."
"No, no, no," she pleaded. "I can"t. I must work. I want to work. I don"t want to do anything wrong. Please don"t ask me. You mustn"t. You must let me go. Really you must. I can"t do what you want."
"Tell me, Jennie," he said, changing the subject. "What does your father do?"
"He"s a gla.s.s-blower."
"Here in Cleveland?"
"No, he works in Youngstown."
"Is your mother alive?"
"Yes, sir."
"You live with her?"
"Yes, sir."
He smiled at the "sir." "Don"t say "sir" to me, sweet!" he pleaded in his gruff way. "And don"t insist on the Mr. Kane. I"m not "mister"
to you any more. You belong to me, little girl, me." And he pulled her close to him.
"Please don"t, Mr. Kane," she pleaded. "Oh, please don"t. I can"t!
I can"t! You mustn"t."
But he sealed her lips with his own.
"Listen to me, Jennie," he repeated, using his favorite expression.
"I tell you you belong to me. I like you better every moment. I haven"t had a chance to know you. I"m not going to give you up. You"ve got to come to me eventually. And I"m not going to have you working as a lady"s maid. You can"t stay in that place except for a little while.
I"m going to take you somewhere else. And I"m going to leave you some money, do you hear? You have to take it."
At the word money she quailed and withdrew her hand.
"No, no, no!" she repeated. "No, I won"t take it."
"Yes, you will. Give it to your mother. I"m not trying to buy you.