Marriage -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction; Portrait painters -- Fiction; Women novelists -- Fiction
"You hope to hold him by one of these?"
"I hope to hold him by being what he needs."
"Dear Saint, it's what he _wants_, not what he needs."
"I know Jerry very well. I feel sure I can manage him."
"And you? What are your chances of happiness?"
"Happiness is always a chance, isn't it? I've played for a big stake,
but I'll stand by the risk. My days are full to the brim, with new
problems to meet, new questions to answer. You must not worry about me,
dear friend," she concluded, her hand on his.
"Not I. You're on the high seas now, but I trust you absolutely, Captain
Jane."
"Hi, there, Bride, are you lost in the cedar chest?" called Jerry from
below.
"No, we are just coming down," she answered.
"When may I come to see you?"
"Come to the studio to-morrow afternoon. We can have an hour alone, if
you come at three. Jerry has a model."
"I will be there."
He took her hand, as she passed him, and laid it to his lips.
"Here's to your deep draught of life, my adventuring one. Bitter or
sweet, drink it to the dregs; that's what we are here for!"
CHAPTER XIII
The week after the Chatfields' party, the Abercrombie Brendons and their
guests returned to New York and Jerry was promptly summoned by his
erstwhile hostess.
"We've got to have those people down here to tea, Jane," he said,
impatiently, looking up from the note, as they sat at breakfast.
"What people?"
"Mrs. Brendon, Miss Morton, and the Bryces."
"Oh."
"I must play up and get those portrait orders."
"Besides, they are your friends. When shall we have them?"
"I would better see Mrs. Brendon, break the news to her of our
marriage."
"Jerry, you haven't told her?"
"No. Waited till she got back."
"She won't come to the tea."
"Why not?"
"She'll be so angry that her plans for your marriage have miscarried."
"What do you know about that?" he inquired.
"I know."
He laughed and the subject was dropped. That afternoon he went to pay
his respects to the great lady.
"Jerry, you wicked boy, why did you run away?" she said to him.
"Wait. Hear the worst, then empty the vials all at once. I'm married."
"You've married somebody?"
"I have."
"Who is she?"
"The girl who played Salome in the pageant."
"You were in love with her at the time! Were you engaged to her then?"
"No, we had no engagement."
"I think you behaved very badly to Althea and to me."
"Dear lady, how?"
"You led her to believe that you cared for her."
"On my solemn honour, I never made love to Miss Morton."
"You acted it, then. She got the idea, and so did I."
"I acted with her as I do with any woman I like."
"You admit you liked her?"
"I like to look at her, she is beautiful."
"Has this girl you have gone and married any money or position?"
"No."
"You've made a great big fool of yourself, Jerry Paxton, if you want my
frank opinion. The Morton millions would have been no drawback to an
artist of your tastes."
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