One thing that disturbed him, however, was the occasional thought, which he could not repress, that he was not doing right. Other people must soon discover that he was not confining himself strictly to conventional relations with this washer-woman’s daughter. He suspected that the housekeeper was not without knowledge that Jennie almost invariably lingered from a quarter to three-quarters of an hour whenever she came for or returned his laundry. He knew that it might come to the ears of the hotel clerks, and so, in a general way, get about town and work serious injury, but the reflection did not cause him to modify his conduct. Sometimes he consoled himself with the thought that he was not doing her any actual harm, and at other times he would argue that he could not put this one delightful tenderness out of his life. Did he not wish honestly to do her much good? He thought of these things occasionally, and decided that he could not stop. The self-approval which such a resolution might bring him was hardly worth the inevitable pain of the abnegation. He had not so very many more years to live. Why die unsatisfied? One evening he put his arm around her and strained her to his breast. Another time he drew her to his knee, and told her of his life at Washington. Always now he had a caress and a kiss for her, but it was still in a tentative, uncertain way. He did not want to reach for her soul too deeply. Jennie enjoyed it all innocently. Elements of fancy and novelty entered into her life. She was an unsophisticated creature, emotional, totally inexperienced in the matter of the affections, and yet mature enough mentally to enjoy the attentions of this great man who had thus bowed from his high position to make friends with her. One evening she pushed his hair back from his forehead as she stood by his chair, and, finding nothing else to do, took out his watch. The great man thrilled as he looked at her pretty innocence. “Would you like to have a watch, too?” he asked. “Yes, indeed, I would,” said Jennie, with a deep breath. The next day he stopped as he was passing a jewelry store and bought one. It was gold, and had pretty ornamented hands. “Jennie,” he said, when she came the next time, “I want to show you something. See what time it is by my watch.” Jennie drew out the watch from his waistcoat pocket and started in surprise. “This isn’t your watch!” she exclaimed, her face full of innocent wonder. “No,” he said, delighted with his little deception. “It’s yours.” “Mine!” exclaimed Jennie. “Mine! Oh, isn’t it lovely!” “Do you think so?” he said. Her delight touched and pleased him immensely. Her face shone with light and her eyes fairly danced. “That’s yours,” he said. “See that you wear it now, and don’t lose it.” “You’re so good!” she exclaimed.