erybodyfeedsthem,"saidJinny,wavingthepigeonsaway."They'restupidoldthings."
"Well,Idon'tknow,"saidJacob,smokinghiscigarette."There'sSt.Paul's."
"Imeangoingtoanoffice,"saidCruttendon.
"Hangitall,"Jacobexpostulated.
"Butyoudon'tcount,"saidJinny,lookingatCruttendon."You'remad.Imean,youjustthinkofpainting."
"Yes,Iknow.Ican'thelpit.Isay,willKingGeorgegivewayaboutthepeers?"
"He'lljollywellhaveto,"saidJacob.
"There!"saidJinny."Hereallyknows."
"Yousee,IwouldifIcould,"saidCruttendon,"butIsimplycan't."
"ITHINKIcould,"saidJinny."Only,it'sallthepeopleonedislikeswhodoit.Athome,Imean.Theytalkofnothingelse.Evenpeoplelikemymother."
"NowifIcameandlivedhere—-"saidJacob."What'smyshare,Cruttendon?Oh,verywell.Haveityourownway.Thosesillybirds,directlyonewantsthem—they'veflownaway."
AndfinallyunderthearclampsintheGaredesInvalides,withoneofthosequeermovementswhicharesoslightyetsodefinite,whichmaywoundorpassunnoticedbutgenerallyinflictagooddealofdiscomfort,JinnyandCruttendondrewtogetherJacobstoodapart.Theyhadtoseparate.Somethingmustbesaid.Nothingwassaid.AmanwheeledatrolleypastJacob'slegssonearthathealmostgrazedthem.WhenJacobrecoveredhisbalancetheothertwowereturningaway,thoughJinnylookedoverhershoulder,andCruttendon,wavinghishand,disappearedliketheverygreatgeniusthathewas.
No—Mrs.Flanderswastoldnoneofthis,thoughJacobfelt,itissafetosay,thatnothingintheworldwasofgreaterimportanceandasforCruttendonandJinny,hethoughtthemthemostremarkablepeoplehehadevermet—beingofcourseunabletoforeseehowitfelloutinthecourseoftimethatCruttendontooktopaintingorchardshadthereforetoliveinKentandmust,onewouldthink,seethroughappleblossombythistime,sincehiswife,forwhosesakehedidit,elopedwithanovelistbutnoCruttendonstillpaintsorchards,savagely,insolitude.ThenJinnyCarslake,