"At a party—here and there! And the rest of the time I must live at—at home! Home!"
He bent to her, whispering,
"We must arrange——"
"No, no," she replied, passionately. "Don't you see?"
"Oh, you don't understand! It's not that. It's not that I can't live without you."
"I never said that," he interposed quickly.
"And yet I suppose it is that. But it's something more. Willie, I can't live with him."
"Does he suspect?" he asked in an eager whisper.
"I don't know. I really don't know. It's worse if he doesn't. Oh, if you knew what I feel when he looks at me and asks——"