“An offer?” Hugh lifted eyebrows in puzzled surprise.
“You said if I would consent to a divorce, you would arrange everything and settle three-quarters of your fortune upon me.”
“Yes—I believe I did say that.”
“Are you still willing to go through with it?”
“Most assuredly I am.”
“Then,” Marjorie’s voice rang clear as a bell, “I accept your proposition! Get your divorce any way that you please! I don’t care what the grounds are—only see that I am given every dollar that you promised me!”
“I understand,” Hugh sneered. “You intend using that money for Howard.”
“What difference can it make to you—how I intend using it?” she inquired coldly.
His voice was cold as her own as he rejoined:
“Nothing matters to me—except my freedom. Come, baby!” He looked pityingly at Elinor. “You’re completely worn out—I’m going to take you upstairs.”