“Not yet. Oh, Jack, you ought to hear him talk. He said yesterday that we must go somewhere early before the cool grew too hot.”
Jack regarded her sympathetically.
“I’d certainly marry him,” he said, with decision. “If he can say things like that offhand, only think what he’d be to live with day after day.”
Rosina was silent for a moment, and then she gave a violent shiver.
“Oh,” she exclaimed, in a voice that echoed like a low cry, “I don’t believe that I ever can marry again—it’s so terrible!”
Jack took her hand and drew it closely within his arm.
“Don’t say that,” he said earnestly. “Every one knows that you didn’t have a fair show first time. Your husband was—Well, you know what he was.”
“I should say that I did know what he was.”
“I always wondered if you just wanted to get your hands on a big establishment.”
“Oh, what makes you say such things? You know that I was desperately in love with him—as much so as a girl can be.”