He could not, would not believe it of her, and yet the
circumstances were damnably convincing.
"In a month, Mr. Jenison, I will be of age. I am sure that you, having
been such a friend to him, will be glad to know that I am going to
him. If he wants me, I shall stay with him."
"You--you will leave your mother?" he demanded, unconsciously drawing
back in his chair.
"Just because my mother cast him out is no reason why I should do
likewise. I love my father--I adore him! What did you say?"
Under his breath he had uttered the word "God!"
"I beg your pardon," he said hurriedly He felt like cursing her. "I
just happened to think of something," he explained.
"I am sorry to have bored you. I thought you'd like to know about
father after all these years. Pray forgive me."
"You intimated awhile ago that perhaps he could tell me where Mrs.
Braddock is living, he said. His forehead was covered with moisture.
"I've no doubt he knows, Mr. Jenison. She is living in New York."
She was perfectly calm and matter-of-fact about it. If there was more
that she could have told him, her inscrutable smile signified plainly
that it should be left for him to find out for himself.
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