II
“GOING WEST”Jeremy’s mind was a blank. Somehow he reached his room. He stood vainly, trying to understand. He had worn a suit out of the shop, something he had done before many times. Because of that crime he had broken with his girl, had incurred the wrath of his employer, and had snapped a cord binding him to his past. He saw little except the contemptuous face of Dorothy Petwell.
“What does she want me to be?” he cried softly.
He thrust his fingers through his hair and rumpled it, tore his collar open at the throat, and leaned to peer into his mirror. The lean, savage face that he saw there frightened him. He sat down and began to collect his wits.
“Something has happened,” he kept saying aloud. “I . . . I’d like to break something.”
Only a tailor—the phrase kept coming back at
