"What, may I ask, were the grounds?" probed Kennedy, growing bolder as he saw how frankly she elected to discuss the subject when cornered.
She colored a bit, as she strove to decide whether to get angry or to answer, then chose the latter course.
"Incompatibility, I suppose you would call it—at least that's what I call it. I believe every woman should live her own life as she sees fit. I hadn't even decided what state I would acquire residence in, in order to bring the suit, if I decided to go on with it. Nothing was settled, you know."
"And now you are going to—?" inquired Kennedy, stopping to let her fill out the answer.
"Drop it, of course," she supplied. "I suppose the doctor and I shall continue to agree to disagree."
"Had Mrs. Wilford contemplated similar action on her part, do you think?"
Vina avoided answering, but Kennedy pressed for a reply, asserting that Vail Wilford must have given some hint of it, either by his words or actions.
"I don't know," she repeated, firmly.
"Did she know of your—er—acquaintance with Mr. Wilford?"
If looks had been poisonous, Kennedy must have been inoculated with venom right there. He paid no attention to her scornful glances as, again, there was no avoidance of an answer, no matter how much she tried.