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“Bunny, I want to talk to you. There’s something I must say. Let me go,
and sit down, please—no, in that chair over there! I want us to talk
quietly.”
There was fear in her voice, and he did what she asked. “What is it,
Vee?”
“I want us to be sensible, and know what we’re doing. It seems to me
hardly anybody I know can be happy in love, and I swore to God I never
would get into it again.”
“You’ll have to get a new God!” Bunny had managed to recover the use of
his tongue.
“I want us to promise to be happy! Any time we can’t be happy, let’s
quit, and not have any fuss! Let’s be sensible, and not go crazy with
jealousy, and torment each other.”
“You’ll be a plenty for me,” declared Bunny. “I surely won’t make you
jealous!”
“You don’t know what you’ll do! Nobody ever knows! It’s the devil’s own
business—oh, you’ve no idea what I’ve seen, Bunny! You’re nothing but a
babe in arms.”
“You’ll be good to me, Vee, and raise me up!”
“How do you know what I’ll do? How do you know anything about me? You
want me, without really knowing what I am or what I’ll do! I could have
told you a million lies, and how would you have known? The next woman
that comes along will tell you a million and one, and how will you know
about her?”
“That’s too easy, Vee—you’ll tell me!”
He sank down on his knees before her, and took one of her hands,
intending to comfort her; but she pushed it away. “No, I don’t want you
to do that. I want you to think about what I’m saying. I want us to
decide in cold blood.”
“You make my blood cold,” he laughed, “telling about the vamps of
Hollywood!”
“Bunny, a man and a woman ought to tell each other the truth—all the
time. They ought to trust each other that much, no matter how much it
hurts. Isn’t that so?”
“You bet it’s so.”
“If that means they give each other up, all right—but they’ve no
business holding each other by lies. Will you make that bargain, Bunny?”
“I will.”
“And I want you to know, I don’t want any of your money.”
“I haven’t got any money, Vee—it’s all Dad’s. That is the first painful
truth.”
“Well, I don’t want it. I’ve got my own, and I’ll take care of myself.
I’ve got a job, and you’ll have yours, and we’ll let each other alone,
and meet when it makes both of us happy.”
“That’s too easy for a man, Vee!”
“It’ll be a game, and those are the rules, and if we break the rules,
it’s cheating.”
Bunny could assure her that he had never cheated in a game, and would
not cheat in this one. So he overcame her fears, and she was in his arms
again, and they were exchanging those ravishing kisses, of which for a
time it seems impossible ever to have enough. Presently she whispered,
“Some one will come out here, Bunny. Let me go in, and I’ll dance a bit,
and then make my excuses and get away, and you come up to my room.”
VI
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