<h2>CHAPTER XX</h2>
<h3>STARS</h3></div>
<p>At lunch one warm Wednesday, Don suggested
to Miss Winthrop that after the close of
business they take a car for the beach instead
of going to their respective homes.</p>
<p>“We can go down there, have our supper,
and then get out of the crowd and smell the
ocean awhile,” he said.</p>
<p>He had a knack for putting in a most reasonable
light anything he wished to do. It was a
feature of his selling gift, and she recognized it
as such.</p>
<p>“What do you say?” he pressed her.</p>
<p>She blushed at her own hesitancy.</p>
<p>“Oh, I’ll go,” she answered.</p>
<p>The incident remained uppermost in her
thoughts all the rest of the afternoon. If she
had known about this excursion the day before,
she would have put on a different shirt-waist.
She had a new silk waist which was very pretty
and which she had meant to wear next Sunday.</p>
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<p>He met her at the Elevated station, but it
was she who had to direct him to the proper
trolley for Coney, or they might have landed
anywhere along the Sound.</p>
<p>Stopping only long enough to buy an ice for
supper and a bag of peanuts, they sought the
beach. He threw himself down full length on
the sand, and she sat with her hands clasped
over her knees. The salt air swept her cheeks
and cooled them, and the waves before her ran
up the beach in play and song. This was certainly
a decided improvement over such a night
in her room.</p>
<p>“See those stars!” he exclaimed, as if this
were the first time he had ever seen them.</p>
<p>She lifted her eyes and looked at them.</p>
<p>“I often look at them,” she said.</p>
<p>Then she laughed gently to herself.</p>
<p>“Do you know what I do when I’m silly
enough to want jewels?” she asked.</p>
<p>“What?”</p>
<p>“I take a look at those stars, and then I don’t
want jewels any more.”</p>
<p>“A man could give away diamonds by the
handful if women would take that kind,” he
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exclaimed. “See that big fellow up there?”
He pointed it out, and she nodded.</p>
<p>“I’ll give you that one,” he offered.</p>
<p>She laughed lightly––confidently.</p>
<p>“But I don’t have to come to you or to any
one,” she reminded him. “I can just give it to
myself.”</p>
<p>“That isn’t quite the same thing, is it?”</p>
<p>No, it was not quite the same thing. She
knew it. But she was not telling all she
knew.</p>
<p>“It’s a wonder to me you’ve never married,”
he said.</p>
<p>She caught her breath. She had come to look
for unexpected remarks from him, but this was
a trifle more unexpected than usual. She tried
to laugh as she usually did, but she could not
laugh.</p>
<p>“I suppose you’ve figured out that, with all
your free diamonds, you’re better off as you
are,” he suggested.</p>
<p>She did not answer.</p>
<p>“Is that the way of it?” he persisted.</p>
<p>She tried to make her voice natural, but
there was a tightening in her throat.</p>
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<p>“I haven’t done much figuring of any kind
along that line,” she said.</p>
<p>He was looking out to sea.</p>
<p>“I don’t know but what both men and
women are better off unmarried,” he said.</p>
<p>“They aren’t,” she answered.</p>
<p>It was some one within her rather than she
herself who spoke. He turned to look at her,
but her eyes were out at sea.</p>
<p>“You mean that?” he said.</p>
<p>“I mean it,” she answered.</p>
<p>“Even if a man hasn’t much money?”</p>
<p>She turned her eyes again to the sky.</p>
<p>“What has money to do with the stars?” she
asked.</p>
<p>“Do you think a man in my position has any
right to ask a woman to marry him?”</p>
<p>“What has your position to do with it?” she
asked.</p>
<p>“It has a lot if the woman wants five times
what I’m earning,” he answered.</p>
<p>She gave a little startled cry. The stars
swam before her.</p>
<p>“Oh!” she gasped. “You mean––you mean
you’re thinking of some one like––like that?”</p>
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<p>“Yes,” he answered.</p>
<p>He had a vague notion this was not the sort
of thing one ordinarily discussed with another
woman. But Miss Winthrop was different from
other women: she had both experience and
common sense.</p>
<p>“I asked her to marry me a year ago,” he
said.</p>
<p>The stars were still swimming before her.</p>
<p>“And––and she said––?”</p>
<p>“She said she thought I ought to wait until I
was earning ten thousand.”</p>
<p>“And that’s the reason you––you wanted
the ten thousand?”</p>
<p>“Yes. You didn’t think I wanted it for
myself, did you?”</p>
<p>“I didn’t know,” she answered.</p>
<p>It was like a load removed from his shoulders.
He breathed freer.</p>
<p>“You’re the most sensible woman I ever
met, and I thought you could help me.”</p>
<p>She hated that word sensible now, though
when Mr. Seagraves had used it to her it had
seemed like a compliment.</p>
<p>“You see, I had plenty of money when we
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were first engaged, and so it didn’t make any
difference, even if she had plenty too. Then,
when Dad tied up my share, why, it made things
different. We talked it over and decided that
ten thousand was about right; but––well, I
didn’t think it would take so long to get it.”</p>
<p>“Where is––where is she now?” Miss Winthrop
demanded.</p>
<p>“She went abroad in June to stay until
September.”</p>
<p>“And left you here?”</p>
<p>“Of course. I couldn’t go.”</p>
<p>“And left you here?” she repeated.</p>
<p>“That’s what you get for being in business,”
he explained. “We had planned to go
together––on our honeymoon.”</p>
<p>The air was getting chill. She shivered.</p>
<p>“Aren’t you warm enough?” he asked.</p>
<p>He started to remove his jacket to throw over
her shoulders, but she objected.</p>
<p>“I’m all right.”</p>
<p>“Better put it on.”</p>
<p>“No; I don’t want it.”</p>
<p>They were silent a moment, and then she
said, almost complainingly:––</p>
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<p>“As long as you couldn’t go, why didn’t she
stay here with you?”</p>
<p>The question startled him.</p>
<p>“In town?” he exclaimed.</p>
<p>“Why didn’t she stay here and look after
you?”</p>
<p>“Why, she couldn’t do that when she was
going abroad.”</p>
<p>“Then she had no business to go abroad,”
she answered fiercely.</p>
<p>“Now, look here,” he put in. “We aren’t
married, you know. We’re only engaged.”</p>
<p>“But <i>why</i> aren’t you married?”</p>
<p>“We couldn’t afford it.”</p>
<p>“That isn’t true. You could afford it on half
what you’re earning.”</p>
<p>He shook his head. “You don’t know.”</p>
<p>“She should have married you, and if she
wanted more she should have stayed and
helped you get more.”</p>
<p>“And helped?” he exclaimed.</p>
<p>She was looking up at the stars again. They
were getting steadier.</p>
<p>“It’s the only way a woman can show––she
cares.”</p>
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<p>Then she rose. She was shivering again.</p>
<p>“I think we’d better go now.”</p>
<p>“But we haven’t been here a half-hour,” he
protested.</p>
<p>“We’ve been here quite a long while,” she
answered. “Please, I want to go home now.”</p>
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