“What are you coming to, kid?”
“Just this—you are not looking forward to this divorce in the hope—the expectation of marrying this woman? Are you? Tell me.”
Randal’s eyes flashed. “What do you take me for?” he said angrily between his set teeth. “She could never again be anything to me,—not even if Floyd-Rosney were at the bottom of the Mississippi River.”
“Oh, how this relieves my mind,” cried Adrian.
“You may set it at rest,—for I could never again love that woman.”
“I know that I have no right to interfere or even to question—but you always appreciate my motives, Randal. You are the best fellow in the world.”
“I always thought so,” said Randal, smoking hard.
“I believe she will expect it,” suggested Adrian, still with some anxiety.
“She will be grievously disappointed, then,—and turn about is fair play.”
“I want you to guard against any soft surprise,” said Adrian. “She seemed so sure of you. She said you were the only friend she had in the world. She came to the Adelantado Hotel to find you—that you should lend her ten dollars for the railroad fare to Ingleside!”