Jeannette’s countenance changed and she shook her head.
“Don’t bother to tell me now. Save it up for to-night. We’ll have a great talk-fest.... Ruthie and I will show up at the hotel,—what time? Let’s make it early so we can have all evening. Six-thirty? How’s that?”
Jeannette smiled assent.
“We’ll be there at six-thirty, and say, Jan, you know this is going to be my party all right—all right.”
He accompanied her to the door, knocking the Derby hat nervously against his knee, his cigar gone out.
“Then we’ll see you to-night, Jan. Six-thirty, hey? ... Gee, I’m glad you dropped in! We’ll have a great little old talk-fest.”
“To-night, then.”
“Sure. At the Bellevue. We’ll be there. Six-thirty.”
§ 4
Married? Married? It couldn’t be possible! Why, they had never been divorced! ... How could he be married again?