He's such a scamp.
I'm going to give him the big east front room up-stairs.
Be sociable and pay him some attention.
His father was so good to me."
"I know it," said her husband calmly.
"I like Lester.
He's the biggest one in that family.
But he's too indifferent.
He doesn't care enough."
"I know; but he's so nice.
I do think he's one of the nicest men I ever knew."
"I'll be decent to him.
Don't I always do pretty well by your people?"
"Yes, pretty well."
"Oh, I don't know about that," he replied, dryly.
When this notable person arrived Jennie was prepared to see some one of more than ordinary importance, and she was not disappointed.
There came into the reception-hall to greet her mistress a man of perhaps thirty-six years of age, above the medium in height, clear-eyed, firm-jawed, athletic, direct, and vigorous.
He had a deep, resonant voice that carried clearly everywhere; people somehow used to stop and listen whether they knew him or not.
He was simple and abrupt in his speech.
"Oh, there you are," he began.
"I'm glad to see you again.
How's Mr. Bracebridge?
How's Fannie?"
He asked his questions forcefully, whole-heartedly, and his hostess answered with an equal warmth.
"I'm glad to see you, Lester," she said.
"George will take your things up-stairs.
Come up into my room. It's more comfy.
How are grandpa and Louise?"
He followed her up the stairs, and Jennie, who had been standing at the head of the stairs listening, felt the magnetic charm of his personality.
It seemed, why she could hardly say, that a real personage had arrived.
The house was cheerier.
The attitude of her mistress was much more complaisant.
Everybody seemed to feel that something must be done for this man.
Jennie went about her work, but the impression persisted; his name ran in her mind.
Lester Kane.
And he was from Cincinnati.
She looked at him now and then on the sly, and felt, for the first time in her life, an interest in a man on his own account.
He was so big, so handsome, so forceful.
She wondered what his business was.
At the same time she felt a little dread of him.
Once she caught him looking at her with a steady, incisive stare.
She quailed inwardly, and took the first opportunity to get out of his presence.
Another time he tried to address a few remarks to her, but she pretended that her duties called her away.
She knew that often his eyes were on her when her back was turned, and it made her nervous.
She wanted to run away from him, although there was no very definite reason why she should do so.
As a matter of fact, this man, so superior to Jennie in wealth, education, and social position, felt an instinctive interest in her unusual personality.
Like the others, he was attracted by the peculiar softness of her disposition and her pre-eminent femininity.
There was that about her which suggested the luxury of love.
He felt as if somehow she could be reached why, he could not have said.
She did not bear any outward marks of her previous experience.