“I shall be happy to be the humblest of attendants in the court where you are queen.”
“Such proficiency,” she murmured, “is the hall mark of insincerity. You are not a man to be trusted, Mr. Sabin.”
“Try me,” he begged.
“I will! I will tell you a secret.”
“I will lock it in the furthest chamber of my inner consciousness.”
“I am going to America for a purpose.”
“Wonderful woman,” he murmured, “to have a purpose.”
“I am going to get a divorce!”
Mr. Sabin was suddenly thoughtful.
“I have always understood,” he said, “that the marriage laws of America are convenient.”