He was whimpering frankly against her skirt. After a while she raised
her face. Jeanne d'Arc might have looked like that when she beheld the
vision.
"Squash!"
"What?"
"Squash! It's like he was sent out of heaven!"
"He--he ain't--"
"He's coming to-night--to ask me, Izzy. You know what I mean? Don't you
see? Don't you see?"
"I--"
"Don't you see, Izzy? He's going to ask me, and--and I'm going to do
it!"
"Oh, my God! Renie, you can't do that for me if--You can't do that for
me."
"He's got it, Izzy. I can get ten thousand out of him if I got to."
"But, Renie--"
"I--I can rush it through and--do it before two weeks, Izzy; and we got
a way out, Izzy--we got a way. We got a way!"
She threw herself in a passion of hysteria face downward on the bed and
a tornado of weeping swept over her. Rooted, he stood as though face to
face with an immense dawn, but with eyes that dared not see the light.
"Renie, I--can't! I--Renie, I can't let you do that for me if--if--I
can't let you marry him for me if you don't--"
"'Sh-h-h!"