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Jilting Jessy had certainly given Frank reason to believe she was very fond of him; but the sudden change in her fortune quite altered her views and opinions. As soon as Frank came in, she pretended to be in great haste to be gone; and, by various petty manoeuvres, avoided giving him an opportunity of speaking to her; though she plainly saw he was anxious to say something to her in private.
Maria half extended her hand, then she drew it back. She looked at the man, who exhaled whiskey as a fungus an evil perfume. She glanced at Mrs. Ramsey. "Is this man your father?" she asked of Jessy. Immediately the boy burst into a peal of meaning laughter. The man himself chuckled, then looked grave, with an effort, as he stood extending the money.
But not even the most cherished collar stud could concern the honour of the State. She waited, looking sympathetic; for Nick's eyes would have drawn sympathy from a stone, and Jessy Jones had not even a pebble in her composition. "As a Californian, I'm showing California to a lady," he explained.
Nairn had told her; but, although she had on one occasion had the testimony of her eyes in support of it, Jessy's first statement seemed incredible. "It's impossible!" Jessy smiled in a bitter manner. "It's unpleasant, but it can't be denied. He undoubtedly pays the rent of a shack in the neighborhood I mentioned." Evelyn sat tensely still for a moment or two.
"I'm thinking ye'll no see so much of Jessy for the next few weeks," Nairn remarked dryly. "Has she shown ye any of yon knickknacks when she has finished them?" His wife shook her head at him reproachfully. "Alic," she admonished, "ye're now and then hasty in jumping at conclusions." "Maybe. I'm no infallible, but the fault ye mention is no common in the land where we were born.
Here is the place: green sod and a grey marble head-stone Jessy sleeps below. She lived through an April day; much loved was she, much loving. She often, in her brief life, shed tears she had frequent sorrows; she smiled between, gladdening whatever saw her.
I'm no denying that Jessy has enterprise, but how far it will carry her in this case is mair than I can tell." He smiled as he recalled a scene at the station some time ago, and Mrs. Nairn looked up at him. "What is amusing you, Alic?" "It was just a bit idea no worth the mentioning. I think it would no count."
"How could he be so unfeeling, so mad, as to suppose I should care to learn what chain of circumstances led him to find out my love and then steal her? Everything he said tortured me but one fact Jessy was alone and thoroughly miserable. Poor little pet! She thought I had forgotten her, and so she married him not for love; I won't believe it."
It is scarcely necessary to say that Fanny wrote a decided refusal to Wild Will. All connexion between the Bettesworths and Franklands was now broken off. Will was enraged at being rejected by Fanny; and Jessy was equally incensed at finding she was no longer admired by Frank. They, however, affected to despise the Franklands, and to treat them as people beneath their notice.
Then Lily called to her mother, who came to the sitting-room door in response. "Mother," said Lily, "Maria wants me to go over to the Ramseys', those on the other side of the river, after supper, and carry these things to Jessy." "Aren't you afraid?" asked Lily's mother, as Lily herself had done. She was a faded but still pretty woman who had looked like her daughter in her youth.
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