“What for?” he echoed incredulously. “I want to know if you’re coming. I promise you I’ll get a divorce as soon as it’s possible——”
“Val,” she said, in a tone lower than she had used since he entered the room; “Val, do you want me to come?”
“Yes.”
“Much?” She looked at him eagerly.
“Yes, I do.” His answer sounded quite genuine.
“Will it hurt you if I don’t?”
“Of course it will.”
“Thank heaven for that,” she said quietly.
“You honestly mean you won’t?”
“It makes me sick with laughing just to imagine it! I’ve done some hard little thinking, lately, my friend—particularly last night, and still more particularly this morning since that man was here. I’d cut my throat before I’d go with you. If you had your divorce I wouldn’t marry you—not if you were the last man on earth!”