"He shall not come at all if it bothers you to think of it. I am not such a politic fellow. It's for your sake, dearest one, that I am cringing to luck in this way. I never pestered myself much about making friends and connections; but _I_ must not be too proud, either. It's a handicap, there's no doubt about that; it's wiser to accept the fact, and go softly. Great heavens! haven't I got you?" "I suppose Wilfrid Knight is a man of the world? He'll know how to spare the situation?" "Quite so," said Jack, with a faint smile. "You needn't be uneasy about him." Then, more gravely, he added:-- "He knows this is no light thing with either of us. He must respect your courage--the courage so rare in a woman--to face a cruel mistake that all the world says she must cover up, and right it at any cost." "That is nonsense," said Esmée, with the violence of acute sensitiveness. "You need not try to doctor up the truth to me. You know that men do not admire that kind of courage in women--not in their own women. Let us be plain with each other. I don't pretend that I came here with you for the sake of courage, or even of honesty." Esmée stopped, and turned herself about, with her shoulders against the wall of snow, crushing the back of her head deep into its soft, cold resistance. In this way she gained a glimpse of the sky. "Jack, it does look like a storm. It's all over gray, is it not? and the air is so raw and chilly. I wish you would not go to-day." "I'll get off at once, and be back before dark. There shall be no solo this afternoon. But leave those dishes for me. I despise to have you wash dishes." "I hate it myself. If I do do it, it will be to preserve my self-respect, and partly because you are so slow, Jack dear, and there's no comfort in life till you get through. What a ridiculous, blissful, squalid time it is! Shall we ever do anything natural and restful again, I wonder?" "Yes; when we get some money." "I can't bear to hear you talk so much about money. Have I not had enough of money in my life?" "Life is more of a problem with us than it is with most people." "Let us go where nature solves the problem. There was an old song one of my nurses used to sing to me-- 'Oh, islands there are, in the midst of the deep, Where the leaves never fade, and the skies never weep.' "Can't we go, Jack dear? Let us be South Sea Islanders. Let's be anything where there will be no dishes to wash, or somebody to wash them for us." "We will go when we get some money," Jack persisted hauntingly. "Oh, hush about the money! It's so uncomplimentary of you. I shall begin to think"-- "You must not think. Thinking, after a thing is done, is no use. You must 'sleep, dear, sleep.' I shall be back before dark; but if I am not, don't think it strange. One never knows what may happen."