Part 25 (2/2)

She shook her head with a troubled smile.

”I couldn't ask anybody for money,” she explained.

”Then you don't have to. We'll fix your allowance.”

”Thank you, but I have my money, and I don't need it.”

This seemed to amuse him tremendously; and even Rue laughed a little.

”You are going to take your money to Paris?” he asked.

”Yes.”

”To buy things?”

”Oh, no. Just to have it with me.”

His rather agreeable laughter sounded again.

”So _that_ was what you forgot to put in your suitcase,” he said. ”No wonder you went back for it.”

”There was something else very important, too.”

”What, darling?”

”My drawings,” she explained innocently.

”Your drawings! Do you mean you've got them, too?”

”Yes. I want to take them to Paris and compare them with the pictures I shall see there. It ought to teach me a great deal. Don't you think so?”

”Are you crazy to study?” he asked, touched to the quick by her utter ignorance.

”It's all I dream about. If I could work that way and support myself and my father and mother----”

”But, Rue! Wake up! We're married, little girl. You don't have to work to support anybody!”

”I--forgot,” said the girl vaguely, her confused grey eyes resting on his laughing, greenish ones.

Still laughing, he summoned the waiter, paid the reckoning; Ruhannah rose as he did; they went slowly out together.

On the sidewalk beside their car stood the new chauffeur, smoking a cigarette which he threw away without haste when he caught sight of them. However, he touched the peak of his cap civilly, with his forefinger.

Brandes, lighting a cigar, let his slow eyes rest on the new man for a moment. Then he helped Rue into the tonneau, got in after her, and thoughtfully took the wheel, conscious that there was something or other about his new chauffeur that he did not find entirely to his liking.

CHAPTER X

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