He spoke gravely and the gravity of it, the force that he exhaled,
comforted Cassy's bruised little heart and the comfort, the first that
she had had, made her lip twitch. None of that, though! Reacting she
rallied and smiled.
"Good-bye--and good luck!"
Jones saw her to the door, followed her out, followed her down to the
street, where for a moment he detained her.
"Just a word, if you don't mind. You have been abominably treated and
you seek no revenge. That is very fine. You have been abominably treated
and you bear no malice. That is superior. You have been abominably
treated and you accept it with a smile. That is alchemy. It is only a
noble nature that can extract the beautiful from the base. Where do you
live?"
At the change of key Cassy laughed but she told him. "Good-bye," she
added. "My love to your cat."
She passed on into the sunset. The bundle seemed heavy now, but her
heart was lighter. She had got it off, Lennox knew, presently a young
woman would be informed and though she could not be expected to dance at
the wedding, yet, after all----
The Park took her.