She looked at him vaguely. "Who?"
"That dog."
"Oh—once a fortnight."
"Who does it?"
"John or I."
"You let him sleep with you?"
"Outside my door."
"I think he ought to be inside. I'm going over to see John. You can't live here alone. And, Helen, I've not given up my right to you. You shall come to me when Mrs. Caniper sets you free."
She was standing now, and she answered through stiff lips, "You mustn't hope for that. You know I told you long ago the kind of woman I am."
"And you can't change yourself for my sake?"