tractive by day as it was by night."
"Brazen!" cried Mrs. Jardine.
"Choose your words carefully," said Kate. "I was here first; since you
have delivered your message, suppose you go and leave me to my view."
"Not till I get ready," said Mrs. Jardine. "Perhaps it will help you
to know that I was not twenty feet from you at any time last night; and
that I stood where I could have touched you, while my husband made love
to you for hours."
"So?" said Kate. "I'm not at all surprised. That's exactly what I
should have expected of you. But doesn't it clarify the situation any,
at least for me, when I tell you that Mr. Jardine gave me no faintest
hint that he was married? If you heard all we said, you surely
remember that you were not mentioned?"
Mrs. Jardine sat down suddenly and gripped her little hands. Kate
studied her intently. She wondered what she would look like when her
hair was being washed; at this thought she smiled broadly. That made
the other woman frantic.
"You can well LAUGH at me," she said. "I made the banner fool of the
ages of myself when I schemed to marry him. I knew he loved you. He
told me so. He told me, just as he told you last night, that he never
had loved any other woman and he never would. I thought he didn't know
himself as I knew him. He was so grand to his mother, I thought if I
taught him, and helped him back to self-respect, and gave him children,
he must, and would love me. Well, I was mistaken. He does not, and
never will. Every day he thinks of you; not a night but he speaks your
name. He thinks all things can be done with money--"
"So do you, Jennie," interrupted Kate. "Well, I'll show you that this
CAN'T!"
"Didn't you hear him exulting because you are now free?" cried Jennie.
"He thinks he will give me a home, the children, a big income; then
secure his freedom and marry you."
"Oh, don't talk such rot!" cried Kate. "John Jardine thinks no such
thing. He wouldn't insult me by thinking I thought such a thing. That
thought belongs where it sprang from, right in your little cramped,
blonde brain, Jennie."
"You wouldn't? Are you sure you wouldn't?" cried Jennie, leaning
forward with hands clutched closely.
"I should say not!" said Kate. "The last thing on earth I want is some
other woman's husband. Now look here, Jennie, I'll tell you the plain
truth. I thought last night that John Jardine was as free as I was; or
I shouldn't have been here wit
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