Danilo seated himself. "I can. You're in love. You are afraid to talk about it.... Ah yes, I knew that I was not wrong! You are blushing like a school-boy. Tell me, what is her name?"
Stillman breathed heavily. He made no answer.
Danilo rose. "Ah, my friend, forgive me!" he said, quickly. "I didn't realize it was...."
Stillman made a little gesture of appeal. "I didn't myself until.... God, it's all so horrible!"
"Your wife, you mean?... Well, perhaps there could be a way out."
"No, there's no way out!... What would you do if you saw the woman you loved going down ... down ... down, and you were powerless to save her?"
"A question of money or morals?"
"Money first of all...."
"That ought not to be much of a problem in your case."
"Ah, you don't understand! Oh no! can't you see? In this case it would be impossible!"