"You're beginning to understand he likes her pretty much, eh?" asked the man rudely.
Molly wouldn't admit this, but she replied simply: "I don't want her around. That's all! As long as she's in Bellaire, the Kings'll always have her here with her fiddle."
"Some fiddle," monotoned Jordan.
"It's the violin that attracts Theodore," hesitated Molly.
"And her blue eyes," interrupted Jordan, smiling widely.
"Her talent, you mean," corrected Molly.
"And her curls," laughed Morse. "I swear if she wasn't a relation of mine I'd marry the kid myself. She's a beauty!... She's got you skinned to death."
"You needn't be insulting, Jordan," admonished Molly, flushing.
"It's the truth, though. That's where the rub comes. You can't wool me, Molly. If she were hideous, you wouldn't worry at all.... Why, I know seven or eight girls right here in Bellaire who'd give their eye teeth and wear store ones to get Theodore to look at 'em crosseyed.... Lord, what fools women are!"
Molly left him angrily, and Morse, shrugging his shoulders, strolled on through the trees. Not far from the house he met Theodore, and they wandered on together, smoking in silence. Morse suddenly developed an idea. Why shouldn't he sound King about Jinnie? Accordingly, he began with: "That's a wonderful girl, Grandoken's niece."
This topic was one Theodore loved to speak of, to dream so, so he said impetuously: "She is indeed. I only wish I could get her away from Paradise Road."
Morse turned curious eyes on his friend.
"Why?"
"Well, I don't think it's any place for an impressionable young girl like her."
"She's living with Jews, too, isn't she?"
"Yes, but good people," Theodore replied. "I want her to go away to school. I'd be willing to pay her expenses----"
Morse flung around upon him.
"Send her away to school? You?"
"Yes. Why not? Wouldn't it be a good piece of charity work? She's the most talented girl I ever saw."
"And the prettiest," Jordan cut in.
"By far the prettiest," answered King without hesitation.
His voice was full of feeling, and Jordan Morse needed no more to tell him plainly that Theodore loved Jinnie Grandoken. A sudden chill clutched at his heart. If King ever took Jinnie under his protection, his own plans would count for nothing. He went home that night disgusted with himself for having stayed away from his home country so long, angry that Molly had not told him about the baby, and more than angry with Theodore King.