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Updated: June 17, 2025
"Will you listen and not think me visionary? Jerry cares for you. To him you have made a different appeal from that of any other woman in the world. You were the first. You stirred him. You may not be aware. In his mind you stand for everything that is clean and noble. In his heart, I know I have not studied Jerry all these years for nothing he has a shrine there for you, Miss Habberton.
Upon the occasion of my infrequent visits to the city I did myself the honor of calling at the house in Washington Square, where I made the acquaintance of a fair majority of the feminine Habberton family, enjoying long chats with Una in which the bonds of our friendship were still more firmly cemented.
Canby, I " "Just a moment, please. I ask nothing that you cannot do. I have thought of a plan. We are alone at the Manor. I ask you to meet Jerry as you met him there last summer along by the Sweetwater. I am going to arrange to have him fish up the stream on Saturday afternoon. Will you come, Miss Habberton, come to the wall and meet him there inside the broken grille? I know his mind.
I suppose we all do that," she said, quickly finishing the discussion, but I think she had noticed the sudden drop in Jerry's voice. From there we went to the museum to look over the specimens, and in a moment Una and Jerry were deep in a butterfly talk. There Jack and I left them, taking Mrs. Habberton into the main hall, where I rang for one of the maids who showed her to her room.
Jerry glanced at me once or twice, but I made no sign and after awhile he began talking. Whenever he paused I put in a grunt which encouraged him to go on. That is how I happened to hear about Jerry's ride home with Una Habberton.
"Marcia, you know Miss Habberton Miss Van Wyck." "Of course," they both echoed coolly. Marcia examining Una impertinently, Una cheerfully indifferent. "Miss Habberton and I were after butterflies," said Jerry, "but she has promised to stop for tea." "I really ought to be going, Jerry," said Una. "But you can't, you know, after promising," said Jerry with a smile.
But I dined and changed into my blue serge suit, one that I had bought upon the occasion of my last visit to town, and at half past eight presented myself in the Habberton drawing-room.
The introductions made, the party moved on toward the cabin, Miss Habberton and I bringing up the rear. "I could kill you for this," she whispered to me and the glance she gave me half-accomplished her wish. "It isn't my fault," I protested. "I didn't know they were coming until yesterday and you know you said " "Well, you ought to have warned me. I've no patience with you none."
Subtle glances, stolen or portentous, shot between them, and Jerry, poor lad, wandered from one to the other like some great ship becalmed in a tropic sea aware of an impending tempest, yet powerless to prevent its approach. Una Habberton, I would like to say, had recovered her composure amazingly.
Or had the point been reached in their amatory relations where she was quite indifferent as to what Jerry might do? I had had a sense of the girl's taste for conquest, and the more I thought of her the surer I was that Jerry's championship of Una Habberton would revive whatever remained of the lingering sparks of Marcia's passion.
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