“Martin!”
“Oh, what’s the use of going back over old times!” he said with sudden harshness. “You’ve changed and I’ve changed. I’m married now,—got a home and family,—and I’m happy, Jan. Ruthie’s a good little woman.”
“When did you marry, Mart?”
“In—let’s see!—in 1917; just before we got into the war. I got a job as a salesman in an automobile agency in Scranton. Tinker and her mother were living next door to my boarding-house; it was Tinker that caught my eye first; she and I used to have great times together; I was crazy about that kid, and then I met Ruthie.”
“And after that you were married?”
“Well, not right away. I had to get free first. You were awfully decent about not contesting the suit, Jan, but then I was pretty sure you wouldn’t.”
“And was there a suit?”
“Why, sure. I got a decree in New York. They gave it to me. You never showed up.”
“I don’t remember,” said Jeannette vaguely.
“You were served with a summons; we had the testimony of the process server! You let the case go by default.”