"I don't want to. I wish nobody would ever have to know."
"I wish Hubert didn't have to know. Perhaps he won't; and yet—Let us think." She dropped into a chair nearer to Jennie than the one behind the tea table. "One thing I must ask you. What happened after you and Bob went through that ceremony yesterday afternoon?"
"Nothing happened. He motored back to his friends on Long Island and I took the ferry and went home. He said he'd see me on Saturday to say good-by."
"Where?"
"Oh, I don't know. In Central Park, I expect. He's asked me to meet him there once or twice already."
"But I wouldn't go anywhere else with him if I were you—not into a house, or anything."
"I won't if he doesn't make me."
"I'd be firm about that. You see, if you did—well, I'm sure you understand—it might—it might make it harder for you to find your way out to where you'd be happy again. Are you sure you see what I mean?"
"I've had that out with him. He'd said that nothing would happen till he got back from South America."
Relieved by this simple statement, Junia went on.