"It's a darned shame!" said Brian warmly. Kenny sighed.
"Ah, Brian," he said wistfully, "I was needin' it all. You can't conceive until you put your mind to it or--or write it down, what a failure I've been--"
"As a parent. Even my penance on the road was--was like the rest."
"I bought a corncrib and a mule," flung out Kenny, roaming turbulently around the room, "and thrashed a farmer. And I hated the rain and the smell of cheese and burned up the corn-crib--"
Inexorably intent upon the easing of his conscience Kenny told the tale of his penance with terrifying honesty and truth.
"At first I--I hoped to find a clue," finished Kenny, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "And then after I--I saw Joan I hoped I wouldn't. You're not blamin' me, Brian?"
"The heart of you!" said Kenny, biting his lips. "I don't deserve it. Lad, dear, the sunsets are past. I'm understandin'. And if you want Whitaker's job, I--I'm willing. If you'd rather come back to the studio and free-lance, I--I want you to know--" he gulped--"that things are different. There's order there and the--the chairs are cleared. Never a chair but what you can sit down on without staring behind you. You wished that, Brian--"
"Yes," he said. There were tears and laughter in his voice.
"The money and clothes I borrowed," went on Kenny fervidly, "are paid back. The clothes are safe in a new chiffonier and here's the key. I sealed it in an envelope and well I did. I was badly needin' some things you had and Pietro went out and bought them for me. As for my temper, it's a lot better. A lot! Sid marvels at it. I--I do myself. It all comes from the hell up there on the ridge with Adam." He drew a long breath. "I've a record of work that will fill you with pride. And though I seem to have a lot of money, I haven't bought a foolish thing since the corncrib. There's plebeian regularity enough in my money affairs now, Brian, to please even you! Though I'm havin' a bit of a struggle with my check book. You can see for yourself, can't you, Brian, 'twould not be the disorderly Bohemia you seem to hate? 'Twould not be hand-to-mouth. Mind, I'm not seekin' to persuade you. So help me God, I--I want you to do just what you want to do yourself--"