"He is bound to get suspicious."
"I have thought it all out. Don't be uneasy. I'll say we had a quarrel over your board bill."
"A nice dodge, indeed! It may fool Dannie, not him."
"Leave it all to me. Better tell me what sort of lodgings you have got. Is it a decent room? Plenty of air and sunshine? But, no. Don't tell me anything. I mustn't know." I sneered
She was absorbed in thought, flushed, nervous.
Presently she said, with an effect of speaking to herself: "It's sweet to suffer for what is right."
I moved out according to her program. I came home at 10 the first evening.
My double room, with its great arm-chair, carpets, bookcase, imposing lace curtains, and the genteel silence of the street outside, was a prison to me.
I attempted to read, but there was a lump in my throat and the lines swam before me
I went out, roamed about the streets, dropped in at a Hungarian café, took another ramble, and returned to my room