to keep the sun out of her eyes, and sitting down across from her put the tips of his fingers together.
"And so you are a married woman!"
"Yes."
"Rather sudden, wasn't it?"
"I think I did the right thing, Mr. Tulloss. To marry without love, that isn't even—moral, is it?"
Mr. Tulloss, who had married Jennie because she had ten thousand dollars and he had needed ten thousand dollars at the time, blinked slightly.
"Then you are fond of Tom, I take it."
"I love him. That has to be the answer to everything. All the answer I have, anyhow."
"Still? After—let's see—two months of married life?" He was rather arch about this, but she looked at him gravely, fearlessly.
"After everything. And above everything."
Mr. Tulloss was slightly abashed. There was, for all her virginal appearance, something shameless about this girl. He caught himself remembering the year old Lucius had brought a woman out with him, and how in this very room, brand-new then, he had gravely remonstrated with him. Old Lucius had eyed him with the same bland directness.
"Now see here," he had said. "My business is between you and me, Hank, but my private affairs are between me and my God. I like this woman and she likes me, and I'm damned if I care what you think."
He stirred uneasily in his chair.
"Then you're not sorry, Kay?"
"For my people, yes; and of course it is not always easy," she confessed, still with that strange honesty of hers. "We had lived different lives, you know. The things I think important sometimes don't matter to him, and the other way round, too. Then of course his accident"
"He thinks Little Dog shot him, I understand."
"He has never told me so, but I know that's what he believes. That's why, the other day"
"I see. And this lameness of his? Is it permanent?"
"I'm afraid so. His ankle is stiff, but he is sure he can
