"Yes; what about her? Do you know her?"
"What do you know about her?" she asked.
"I'm counsel for her husband."
"You're cross-examining her?"
Straight through her mind leapt that scene in the divorce court when she had witnessed his attack upon the miserable woman whom the law had placed out for his feet to trample on.
"Yes," he replied. "What do you know about her?"
She sank back into her chair saying nothing.
"You won't say?"
She shook her head.
"Well, it's of not much interest to me. I shouldn't have you subpoenaed, if you did know anything. You know the case, at any rate. Well, I don't want that sort of affair in my life; so you never need mention this matter again. I'll come and see you sometimes, if you want me to; but only on condition that we have none of this. When I'm married, of course, then it'll have to stop."