"Of course not," protested she hastily. Her passion for romance did not carry her to that idiocy. "You couldn't. She's a sort of working girl—isn't she?—anyhow, that class. No, you couldn't marry her. But how can you marry another woman?"
"How could I give up Josephine?—and give her up probably to Bob Culver?"
Ursula nodded understandingly. "But—what are you going to do?"
"How should I know? Perhaps break it off when I marry—if you can call it breaking off, when there's nothing to break but—me."
"You don't mean—" she cried, stopping when her tone had carried her meaning.
He laughed. "Yes—that's the kind of damn fool I've been."
"You must have let her see how crazy you were about her."
"Was anyone ever able to hide that sort of insanity?"
Ursula gazed wonderingly at him, drew a long breath. "You!" she exclaimed. "Of all men—you!"
"Let's go down."