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Shepler had not been sure of her until now. Well, Shepler might be hurled from that certainty by one hour of determined action. The great wild wish narrowed itself into a definite plan. He recalled the story Uncle Peter had told at the Oldakers' about the woman and her hair. A woman could be coerced if a man knew her weakness. He could coerce her.
"Probably not; I've met so few, you know." "Well, of course, but of those you've met?" "You can't know what my ideas are." "I wish we might have talked more I'm sure when are you leaving?" "I shall leave to-morrow." "And we're leaving for the country ourselves. Papa and mamma go to-morrow and, Mr. Bines, I should have liked another talk with you I wish we were dining at the Oldakers' again."
He's already said he was afraid there might have been some nonsense between you and me, because we talked that evening at the Oldakers'. He told my grandfather he wasn't at all sure of you until that day I lost my money." "Oh, I see and of course you'd like your revenge carrying me off from him just to hurt him." "If you say that I'll hold you in my arms again." He started toward her.
He does most of Shepler's business; he's supposed to be closer to Shepler and know more about the inside of his deals than any man in the Street. Well, I ran across Relpin down in the cafe the other night and he was wearing one of those gents' nobby three-button souses. Nothing would do but I should dine with him, so I did. It was the night you and the folks went to the opera with the Oldakers.
"But how your pa would love to see you so conscientious," he said, "and you with Wall Street, or a good part of it, right under your heel, just like that," and the old man ground his heel viciously into the carpet. When Percival found Shepler with Mrs. Van Geist and Miss Milbrey among the Oldakers' guests, he rejoiced. Now he would talk to her without any of that old awkward self-consciousness.
Bines, and I don't mind telling you I was a bit afraid of that young man until yesterday. Oh, not on the stock proposition. On another matter. You may have noticed that night at the Oldakers' well, women, Mr. Bines, are uncertain. I know something about markets and the ways of a dollar, but all I know about women is that they're good to have.
With the fear gone that a sudden impulse to possess her might lead him to stultify himself, he could see more clearly than ever why she was and promised always to be to him the very dearest woman in the world dearest in spite of all he could reason about so lucidly. He felt, then, a little shock of unreasoning joy to find one night that they were dining together at the Oldakers'.
That reminds me I happened to meet Shepler to-day and he got kind of confidential, talkin' over matters. He said he'd never really felt sure about the affections of a certain young woman, especially after that night at the Oldakers' he'd never felt dead sure of her until you went broke. He said you never could know anything about a woman not really."
Two men had inconsiderately succumbed, at this eleventh hour, to the prevailing grip-epidemic, and the lady threw herself confidently on the well-known generosity of the Bines male "like one of the big, stout nets those acrobatic people fall into from their high bars," she concluded. Uncle Peter was more than willing. He liked the Oldakers.
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