time,” he said.
“I’m afraid to ask for what,” she said.
“To go home,” he said, “together.”
She stopped and faced him.
“Are you asking me to marry you, Karl Schumpeter?” she said.
“I know you are promised to someone else,” he said, afraid now to look at her.
“I am promising myself to you now,” she said.
“What about Harley Ansel?”
“He already knows,” she said.
Then she kissed him the way Luella had. Before God she did.
They wed in the church next to her aunt’s flat, honeymooned at a hotel near the Auditorium, where they went to a concert. They also took in the majestic Columbian Exposition one last time. Karl wanted another look at the machine that fired the lights so bright that they said the man in the moon could see them.
Before leaving for Abbeville, he entrusted to Uncle John the funds he had accumulated in the pit.
“I will treat your money as if it were my own,” Uncle John said. “By the way, have you had any further contact with that girl who worked here? What was her name?”
“I wrote her,” said Karl. “She didn’t reply.”
Strictly speaking, this was true. He was afraid to tell him anything more.
“Good,” said Uncle John.
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