"Then what are you making all the fuss about? He can't carry you off"
'HE might have seen us together," said Ruth. "And—and it made me—remember—that horrid afternoon."
"What if Bonbright did see you together? Don't you suppose Bonbright thinks you are seeing him? Of course he does. What else would he think? Naturally he supposes you are going to have your divorce when the year is up, and marry Mr. Dulac." Hilda was merciless.
"Does he think that? Are you sure?"
Hilda shrugged her shoulders.
"He mustn't think it," Ruth said, affrightedly. "Why, he—If he thought that—"
"If he thought that—what?"
Ruth bit her lips and turned away. "Nothing," she said. Then: "Can't you let him know?… Not tell him, you know, but—sort of let him understand."
"If I can see a good chance," Hilda said; but in her mind was the resolution that she would never see the chance.
"Does he—seem cheerful?" Ruth asked. "It's been quite a long time now—months…. He—must have gotten over—caring for me now. Do you think so?" Her voice was anxious, pleading.