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In the hall, coming to seek her, Jerrie met the cook, who, with a comical look on her face, asked what she would have for dinner. 'I don't know what you mean, Jerrie said, and when the cook explained, her cheeks flushed for an instant and her eyes blazed with resentment But she controlled herself quickly and said, 'Tell Mrs. Tracy but, no, I am going to her room and will tell her myself.
'And her name when a girl was Marguerite Heinrich, was it not? Jerrie went on. 'Yes. Who told you that? Arthur said. 'I saw it on a letter which you gave me to post years ago, when I was a child, Jerrie replied. 'You never received an answer to that letter, did you? 'What letter did you post for me to Marguerite Heinrich?
I am glad for you, Jerrie. Good-bye; and you, father dear, good-bye. That was the last, for Maude was dead; and the servants, who had been standing about the door, stole noiselessly back to their work, with wet eyes and a sense of pain and loss in their hearts, for not one of them but had loved the gentle girl now gone forever from their midst.
Still, he had better come. I want him here with you and me; and you must stay here now, day and night. Select any room or rooms you please; all is yours, my daughter. 'But I cannot leave grandma, Jerrie said. 'Let her come, too, Arthur replied. 'There is room for her. 'No, Jerrie persisted; 'that would not be best. Grandma could not live with Mrs. Tracy.
'What do you mean, sir? Harold demanded, feeling intuitively that by his doxie Jerrie was meant, and feeling a great horror, too, lest by some means Jerrie's name should be mixed up with the affair before she had a chance to explain. The reference to Billy was a puzzle, but Peterkin did not leave him in doubt.
'He will sweat some, if he is, for Jerrie is twice as heavy as Peterkin's daughter; and at the very idea Tom laughed out loud, thinking that he should greatly prefer to have Jerrie's strength and weight in his arms to his light, slim, little girl, who neither spoke nor moved until he laughed, and then there came in smothered tones from the region of his vest: 'Oh, Tom, how can you laugh?
I always knew you were a bad aig, Peterkin roared; and as there was nothing to be made from Harold, he changed his seat to try his tactics elsewhere. Left to himself, Harold had time to think of the diamonds, which, indeed, had not been absent from his thoughts a moment, since Jerrie gave them to him.
It was clear as daylight to him now, the anxiety and stain were over, and those who were watching him so intently as he gave his answers at random, with the sweat pouring like rain down his face, were electrified at the start he gave as he came to himself and realized for the first time where he was, and why he was there. Arthur would never see Jerrie wronged.
And Jerrie was proud of him and of her father, too, as they talked together; and Harold showed no sign of any inequality, even if he felt it, which he did not.
So they went in, and Jerry sat down upon a bench, while Harold took a seat upon the table where Jerrie once had slept, with the shadow of death around her, and the carpet-bag for her covering. 'I suppose you had peals of applause and flowers by the bushel, Harold said. 'Yes, Jerry replied, 'applause enough, and flowers enough twenty bouquets and baskets in all, including yours.
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