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"
Oh
,
all
right
,
"
she
said
.
"
Be
good
,
Louis
.
"
"
Tell
you
what
,
"
he
said
,
grinning
,
"
I
'll
be
careful
.
Say
hello
to
your
folks
,
Rachel
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
,
"
she
said
and
wrinkled
her
nose
at
him
.
Rachel
was
not
fooled
;
she
knew
perfectly
well
why
Louis
was
skipping
this
trip
.
"
Fun-nee
.
"
He
watched
them
enter
the
boarding
ramp
...
and
disappear
from
sight
for
the
next
week
.
He
already
felt
homesick
and
lonely
for
them
.
He
moved
over
to
the
window
where
Ellie
had
been
,
hands
stuffed
in
his
coat
pockets
,
watching
the
baggage
handlers
loading
the
hold
.
The
truth
was
simple
.
Not
only
Mr.
but
also
Mrs.
Irwin
Goldman
of
Lake
Forest
had
disliked
Louis
from
the
beginning
.
He
came
from
the
wrong
side
of
the
tracks
,
but
that
was
just
for
starters
.
Worse
,
he
fully
expected
their
daughter
to
support
him
while
he
went
to
medical
school
,
where
he
would
almost
surely
flunk
out
.
Louis
could
have
handled
all
this
,
in
fact
had
been
doing
so
.
Then
something
happened
which
Rachel
did
not
know
about
and
never
would
...
not
from
Louis
,
anyway
.
Irwin
Goldman
had
offered
to
pay
Louis
's
entire
tuition
through
med
school
.
The
price
of
this
"
scholarship
"
(
Goldman
's
word
)
was
that
Louis
should
break
off
his
engagement
with
Rachel
at
once
.
Louis
Creed
had
not
been
at
the
optimum
time
of
life
to
deal
with
such
an
outrage
,
but
such
melodramatic
proposals
(
or
bribes
,
to
call
a
spade
a
spade
)
are
rarely
made
to
those
who
are
at
an
optimum
time
--
which
might
be
around
the
age
of
eighty-five
.
He
was
tired
,
for
one
thing
.
He
was
spending
eighteen
hours
a
week
in
classes
,
another
twenty
hitting
the
books
,
another
fifteen
waiting
tables
in
a
deep-dish
pizza
joint
down
the
block
from
the
Whitehall
Hotel
.
He
was
also
nervous
.
Mr.
Goldman
's
oddly
jovial
manner
that
evening
had
contrasted
completely
with
his
previous
cold
behavior
,
and
Louis
thought
that
when
Goldman
invited
him
into
the
study
for
a
cigar
,
a
look
had
passed
from
him
to
his
wife
.
Later
--
much
later
,
when
time
had
lent
a
little
perspective
--
Louis
would
reflect
that
horses
must
feel
much
the
same
free-floating
anxiety
when
they
smell
the
first
smoke
of
a
prairie
fire
.
He
began
expecting
Goldman
to
reveal
at
any
moment
that
he
knew
Louis
had
been
sleeping
with
his
daughter
.
When
Goldman
instead
made
his
incredible
offer
--
even
going
so
far
as
to
take
his
checkbook
from
the
pocket
of
his
smoking
jacket
like
a
rake
in
a
Noel
Coward
farce
--
Louis
had
blown
up
.
He
accused
Goldman
of
trying
to
keep
his
daughter
like
an
exhibit
in
a
museum
,
of
having
no
regard
for
anyone
but
himself
,
and
of
being
an
overbearing
,
thoughtless
bastard
.
It
would
be
a
long
time
before
he
would
admit
to
himself
that
part
of
his
rage
had
been
relief
.
