"What did I say?"
"Oh, nothing.
You're such a bear.
You're such a big, determined, straightforward boy.
But never mind.
I like you.
That's enough, isn't it?"
"It surely is," he said.
They strolled into the garden as the music ceased, and he squeezed her arm softly.
He couldn't help it; she made him feel as if he owned her.
She wanted him to feel that way.
She said to herself, as they sat looking at the lanterns in the gardens, that if ever he were free, and would come to her, she would take him.
She was almost ready to take him anyhow—only he probably wouldn't.
He was so straight-laced, so considerate.
He wouldn't, like so many other men she knew, do a mean thing.
He couldn't.
Finally Lester rose and excused himself.
He and Jennie were going farther up the Nile in the morning—toward Karnak and Thebes and the water-washed temples at Phyl?.
They would have to start at an unearthly early hour, and he must get to bed.
"When are you going home?" asked Mrs. Gerald, ruefully.
"In September."
"Have you engaged your passage?"
"Yes; we sail from Hamburg on the ninth—the Fulda."
"I may be going back in the fall," laughed Letty.
"Don't be surprised if I crowd in on the same boat with you.
I'm very unsettled in my mind."
"Come along, for goodness sake," replied Lester.
"I hope you do.... I'll see you to-morrow before we leave."
He paused, and she looked at him wistfully.
"Cheer up," he said, taking her hand.
"You never can tell what life will do.
We sometimes find ourselves right when we thought we were all wrong."
He was thinking that she was sorry to lose him, and he was sorry that she was not in a position to have what she wanted.
As for himself, he was saying that here was one solution that probably he would never accept; yet it was a solution.
Why had he not seen this years before?
"And yet she wasn't as beautiful then as she is now, nor as wise, nor as wealthy." Maybe! Maybe!
But he couldn't be unfaithful to Jennie nor wish her any bad luck.
She had had enough without his willing, and had borne it bravely.
CHAPTER XLVII
The trip home did bring another week with Mrs. Gerald, for after mature consideration she had decided to venture to America for a while.
Chicago and Cincinnati were her destinations, and she hoped to see more of Lester.
Her presence was a good deal of a surprise to Jennie, and it started her thinking again.
She could see what the point was. If she were out of the way Mrs. Gerald would marry Lester; that was certain.
As it was—well, the question was a complicated one.
Letty was Lester's natural mate, so far as birth, breeding, and position went.
And yet Jennie felt instinctively that, on the large human side, Lester preferred her.
Perhaps time would solve the problem; in the mean time the little party of three continued to remain excellent friends.
When they reached Chicago Mrs. Gerald went her way, and Jennie and Lester took up the customary thread of their existence.
On his return from Europe Lester set to work in earnest to find a business opening.
None of the big companies made him any overtures, principally because he was considered a strong man who was looking for a control in anything he touched. The nature of his altered fortunes had not been made public.