"You can't make me believe that, Margaret," he said gravely. "I know you too well. Tell me, have you quarrelled with your husband?"
Jack has played the elder brother role to me for so long that the habit of obedience to him is second nature to me.
"Yes," I said faintly.
"Over me?" The question was quick and sharp.
I nodded.
"You showed him my letter? Of course, I wished you to do so."
"Yes."
"How serious is the quarrel? I see you have a bag with you."
"It depends upon my husband's attitude how serious it is," I replied. "He made an issue of my not doing something which I felt I must do. Then he lost his temper and said things which if they are to be repeated, will keep me away forever!"
I saw Jack's fists clench, and into his eyes there flashed a queer light. I knew what it was. Before he knew I was married he had told me of his long secret love for me. That he was fighting the temptation to let the breach between Dicky and me widen, I knew as well as if he had told me.