By one of those curious coincidences of thought, Robert also had reached the conclusion that something should be done. He did not, for one moment, imagine that he could directly work upon Lester — he did not care to try — but he did think that some influence might be brought to bear on Jennie. She was probably amenable to reason. If Lester had not married her already, she must realise full well that he did not intend to do so. Suppose that some responsible third person were to approach her, and explain how things were, including, of course, the offer of an independent income? Might she not be willing to leave Lester, and end all this trouble? After all, Lester was his brother, and he ought not to lose his fortune. Robert had things very much in his own hands now, and could afford to be generous. He finally decided that Mr. O’Brien, of Knight, Keatley & O’Brien, would be the proper intermediary, for O’Brien was suave, good-natured, and well-meaning, even if he was a lawyer. He might explain to Jennie very delicately just how the family felt, and how much Lester stood to lose if he continued to maintain his connection with her. If Lester had married Jennie, O’Brien would find it out. A liberal provision would be made for her — say fifty or one hundred thousand, or even one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. He sent for Mr. O’Brien and gave him his instructions. As one of the executors of Archibald Kane’s estate, it was really the lawyer’s duty to look into the matter of Lester’s ultimate decision.
Mr. O’Brien journeyed to Chicago. On reaching the city, he called up Lester, and found out to his satisfaction that he was out of town for the day. He went out to the house in Hyde Park, and sent in his card to Jennie. She came downstairs in a few minutes quite unconscious of the import of his message; he greeted her most blandly.
“This is Mrs. Kane?” he asked, with an interlocutory jerk of his head.
“Yes,” replied Jennie.
“I am, as you see by my card, Mr. O’Brien, of Knight, Keatley & O’Brien,” he began. “We are the attorneys and executors of the late Mr. Kane, your — ah — Mr. Kane’s father. You’ll think it’s rather curious, my coming to you, but under your husband’s father’s will there were certain conditions stipulated which affect you and Mr. Kane very materially. These provisions are so important that I think you ought to know about them — that is if Mr. Kane hasn’t already told you. I— pardon me — but the peculiar nature of them makes me conclude that — possibly — he hasn’t.” He paused, a very question-mark of a man — every feature of his face an interrogation.
“I don’t quite understand,” said Jennie. “I don’t know anything about the will. If there’s anything that I ought to know, I suppose Mr. Kane will tell me. He hasn’t told me anything as yet.”
“Ah!” breathed Mr. O’Brien, highly gratified. “Just as I thought. Now, if you will allow me I’ll go into the matter briefly. Then you can judge for yourself whether you wish to hear the full particulars. Won’t you sit down?” They had both been standing. Jennie seated herself, and Mr. O’Brien pulled up a chair near to hers.
“Now to begin,” he said. “I need not say to you, of course, that there was considerable opposition on the part of Mr. Kane’s father, to this — ah — union between yourself and his son.”
“I know —” Jennie started to say, but checked herself. She was puzzled, disturbed, and a little apprehensive.
“Before Mr. Kane senior died,” he went on, “he indicated to your — ah — to Mr. Lester Kane, that he felt this way. In his will he made certain conditions governing the distribution of his property which made it rather hard for his son, your — ah — husband, to come into his rightful share. Ordinarily, he would have inherited one-fourth of the Kane Manufacturing Company, worth today in the neighbourhood of a million dollars, perhaps more; also one-fourth of the other properties, which now aggregate something like five hundred thousand dollars. I believe Mr. Kane senior was really very anxious that his son should inherit this property. But owing to the conditions which your — ah — which Mr. Kane’s father made, Mr. Lester Kane cannot possibly obtain his share, except by complying with a — with a — certain wish which his father had expressed.”
Mr. O’Brien paused, his eyes moving back and forth sidewise in their sockets. In spite of the natural prejudice of the situation, he was considerably impressed with Jennie’s pleasing appearance. He could see quite plainly why Lester might cling to her in the face of all opposition. He continued to study her furtively as he sat there waiting for her to speak.
“And what was that wish?” she finally asked, her nerves becoming just a little tense under the strain of the silence.
“I am glad you were kind enough to ask me that,” he went on. “The subject is a very difficult one for me to introduce — very difficult. I come as an emissary of the estate, I might say as one of the executors under the will of Mr. Kane’s father. I know how keenly your — ah — how keenly Mr. Kane feels about it. I know how keenly you will probably feel about it. But it is one of those very difficult things which cannot be helped — which must be got over somehow. And while I hesitate very much to say so, I must tell you that Mr. Kane senior stipulated in his will that unless, unless”— again his eyes were moving sidewise to and fro —“he saw fit to separate from — ah — you”— he paused to get breath —“he could not inherit this or any other sum — or, at least, only a very minor income of ten thousand a year; and that only on condition that he should marry you.” He paused again. “I should add,” he went on, “that under the will he was given three years in which to indicate his intentions. That time is now drawing to a close.”
He paused, half expecting some outburst of feeling from Jennie, but she only looked at him fixedly, her eyes clouded with surprise, distress, unhappiness. Now she understood. Lester was sacrificing his fortune for her. His recent commercial venture was an effort to rehabilitate himself, to put himself in an independent position. The recent periods of preoccupation, of subtle unrest, and of dissatisfaction over which she had grieved were now explained. He was unhappy, he was brooding over this prospective loss, and he had never told her. So his father had really disinherited him!
Mr. O’Brien sat before her, troubled himself. He was very sorry for her, now that he saw the expression of her face. Still the truth had to come out. She ought to know.
“I’m sorry,” he said, when he saw that she was not going to make any immediate reply, “that I have been the bearer of such unfortunate news. It is a very painful situation that I find myself in at this moment, I assure you. I bear you no ill will personally — of course you understand that. The family really bears you no ill will now — I hope you believe that. As I told your — ah — as I told Mr. Kane, at the time the will was read, I considered it most unfair, but, of course, as a mere executive under it and counsel for his father, I could do nothing. I really think it best that you should know how things stand, in order that you may help your — your husband”— he paused, significantly —“if possible, to some solution. It seems a pity to me, as it does to the various other members of his family, that he should lose all this money.”
Jennie had turned her head away and was staring at the floor. She faced him now steadily. “He mustn’t lose it,” she said; “it isn’t fair that he should.”
“I am most delighted to hear you say that, Mrs.— Mrs. Kane,” he went on, using for the first time her improbable title as Lester’s wife, without hesitation. “I may as well be very frank with you, and say that I feared you might take this information in quite another spirit. Of course you know to begin with that the Kane family is very clannish. Mrs. Kane, your — ah — your husband’s mother, was a very proud and rather distant woman, and his sisters and brothers are rather set in their notions as to what constitute proper family connections. They look upon his relationship to you as irregular, and — pardon me if I appear to be a little cruel — as not generally satisfactory. As you know, there had been so much talk in the last few years that Mr. Kane senior did not believe that the situation could ever be nicely adjusted, so far as the family was concerned. He felt that his son had not gone about it right in the first place. One of the conditions of his will was that if your husband — pardon me — if his son did not accept the proposition in regard to separating from you and taking up his rightful share of the estate, then to inherit anything at all — the mere ten thousand a year I mentioned before — he must — ah — he must pardon me, I seem a little brutal, but not intentionally so — marry you.”
Jennie winced. It was such a cruel thing to say this to her face. This whole attempt to live together illegally had proved disastrous at every step. There was only one solution to the unfortunate business — she could see that plainly. She must leave him, or he must leave her. There was no other alternative. Lester living on ten thousand dollars a year! It seemed silly.
Mr. O’Brien was watching her curiously. He was thinking that Lester both had and had not made a mistake. Why had he not married her in the first place? She was charming.
“There is just one other point which I wish to make in this connection, Mrs. Kane,” he went on softly and easily. “I see now that it will not make any difference to you, but I am commissioned and in a way constrained to make it. I hope you will take it in the manner in which it is given. I don’t know whether you are familiar with your husband’s commercial interests or not?”
“No,” said Jennie simply.
“Well, in order to simplify matters, and to make it easier for you, should you decide to assist your husband to a solution of this very difficult situation — frankly, in case you might possibly decide to leave on your own account, and maintain a separate establishment of your own — I am delighted to say that — ah — any sum, say — ah —”
Jennie rose and walked dazedly to one of the windows, clasping her hands as she went. Mr. O’Brien rose also.
“Well, be that as it may. In the event of your deciding to end the connection it has been suggested that any reasonable sum you might name, fifty, seventy-five, a hundred thousand dollars”— Mr. O’Brien was feeling very generous toward her —“would be gladly set aside for your benefit — put in trust, as it were, so that you would have it whenever you needed it. You would never want for anything.”
“Please don’t,” said Jennie, hurt beyond the power to express herself, unable mentally and physically to listen to another word. “Please don’t say any more. Please go away. Let me alone now, please. I can go away. I will. It will be arranged. But please don’t talk to me any more, will you?”
“I understand how you feel, Mrs. Kane,” went on Mr. O’Brien, coming to a keen realisation of her sufferings. “I know exactly, believe me. I have said all I intend to say. It has been very hard for me to do this — very hard. I regret the necessity. You have my card. Please note the name. I will come any time you suggest, or you can write me. I will not detain you any longer. I am sorry. I hope you will see fit to say nothing to your husband of my visit — it will be advisable that you should keep your own counsel in the matter. I value his friendship very highly, and I am sincerely sorry.”
Jennie only stared at the floor.
Mr. O’Brien went out into the hall to get his coat. Jennie touched the electric button to summon the maid, and Jeannette came. Jennie went back into the library, and Mr. O’Brien paced briskly down the front walk. When she was really alone she put her doubled hands to her chin, and stared at the floor, the queer design of the silken Turkish rug resolving itself into some curious picture. She saw herself in a small cottage somewhere, alone with Vesta; she saw Lester living in another world, and beside him Mrs. Gerald. She saw this house vacant, and then a long stretch of time, and then —
“Oh,” she sighed, choking back a desire to cry. With her hands she brushed away a hot tear from each eye. Then she got up.
“It must be,” she said to herself in thought. “It must be. It should have been so long ago.” And then —“Oh, thank God that papa is dead! Anyhow, he did not live to see this.”
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