The truth was that he couldn’t. These years of living with Jennie had made him curiously dependent upon her. Who had ever been so close to him before? His mother loved him, but her attitude toward him had not so much to do with real love as with ambition. His father—well, his father was a man, like himself. All of his sisters were distinctly wrapped up in their own affairs; Robert and he were temperamentally uncongenial. With Jennie he had really been happy, he had truly lived. She was necessary to him; the longer he stayed away from her the more he wanted her. He finally decided to have a straight-out talk with her, to arrive at some sort of understanding. She ought to get the child and take care of it. She must understand that he might eventually want to quit. She ought to be made to feel that a definite change had taken place, though no immediate break might occur. That same evening he went out to the apartment. Jennie heard him enter, and her heart began to flutter. Then she took her courage in both hands, and went to meet him. “There’s just one thing to be done about this as far as I can see,” began Lester, with characteristic directness. “Get the child and bring her here where you can take care of her. There’s no use leaving her in the hands of strangers.” “I will, Lester,” said Jennie submissively. “I always wanted to.” “Very well, then, you’d better do it at once.” He took an evening newspaper out of his pocket and strolled toward one of the front windows; then he turned to her. “You and I might as well understand each other, Jennie,” he went on. “I can see how this thing came about. It was a piece of foolishness on my part not to have asked you before, and made you tell me. It was silly for you to conceal it, even if you didn’t want the child’s life mixed with mine. You might have known that it couldn’t be done. That’s neither here nor there, though, now. The thing that I want to point out is that one can’t live and hold a relationship such as ours without confidence. You and I had that, I thought. I don’t see my way clear to ever hold more than a tentative relationship with you on this basis. The thing is too tangled. There’s too much cause for scandal.” “I know,” said Jennie. “Now, I don’t propose to do anything hasty. For my part I don’t see why things can’t go on about as they are—certainly for the present—but I want you to look the facts in the face.” Jennie sighed. “I know, Lester,” she said, “I know.” He went to the window and stared out. There were some trees in the yard, where the darkness was settling. He wondered how this would really come out, for he liked a home atmosphere. Should he leave the apartment and go to his club?