“Go back,” repeated Hartley. “The Law of the Jun-
gle.! She is mine.”
“I came here to see her on business?,” said
Townsend bravely.
“Don’t tell me any lies',” said Hartley, “go back!”
Townsend left very angry. Hartley returned to the
girl.
“Vivienne,” he said, “I need you very much. Stop
Playing with me!”
“When do you need me?” she asked.
“Now. As soon as you are ready to go.”
She stood quietly and thought for a short time.
“Do you think for one moment,” she said, “that I
shall enter your house while Helen is there?”
Hartley did not expect that. At first* he did not know
what to say.
Then he said bravely: “She will have to go.* She is
making my life miserable. I have never had a peaceful day
since she came to my house. But this is the end. You are
right, Vivienne, Helen must be sent away before I can take
you home. She must go. I have decided. | will turn her out.”
“When will you do this?” asked the girl.
“To-night,” said Hartley. “I will send her away to-
night.”
“Then,” said Vivienne, “my answer is ‘yes’. Come
for me when you wish.”
"The Law of the Jungle. — 3axon axyuraeii. (1.e. mpano Gonce
CHTBHOTO)
on business — no aeny
> Don't tell me any lies — He arure une
“At first — Chavana
“She will have to go. — EM npuaerca yitru. (Bmecro nxarona must,
He UMCIOMICTO (POPMI ÓYAYILICTO BPEMEHH, VHOTPEÓNACTCA Maron 10
have € MOCICAYIOUIMM MHHHMTHBOM.)
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She looked into his eyes and smiled. Hartley was
happy, but he was afraid to believe her.
“Promise me,” he said, “on your word of honor'.”
“On my word of honor,” repeated Vivienne soflly.
At the door he turned and looked at her happily.
“Tomorrow,” he said.
“Tomorrow,” she repeated with a smile.
It took Hartley an hour and forty minutes to get to
his home in the country.
The door was opened by a young woman who kissed
him as he came in.
“Mother is here,” she said. “She came for dinner,
but there is no dinner.”
“Pye? something to tell you,” said Hartley, “some
news.”
“What kind of news’,” asked the woman, “good or
bad news?” He whispered something in her ear. Hartley’s
wife screamed. Her mother came running into the hall.
His wife screamed again — it was a happy scream, very
happy.
“Oh, Mother,” she cried, “what do you think? Vivi-
enne has agreed to come and cook for us! She is the cook
that worked for the Montgomerys’ a whole year. I am so
happy! And now, Bill, dear, you must go to the kitchen
and send Helen away. She is drunk again.”
"on your word of honor — nioa uecTHoe cnoBo (honor — aMepHKAH-
ckoe Hammcarine; honour — anranicKoe)
?Pve = I have
> What kind of news — Kakası HopocT®, “TO 3a HOBOCTB
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