"You would wish it?" in wounded tones.
"I would hate the thought of it!—yet, something must be done. She might find it more profitable to return to you and leave Mr. Meredith in peace."
A painful silence.
"Honey, if she lived with me I should surely murder her! Do you know how I detest the woman? Do you imagine I could take her back as a wife? I would rather be shot."
Honor buried her face in her hands. In her heart of hearts she was singing a pæan of thanksgiving that he was still hers—only hers, though divided from her by an impassable gulf!
"You could bear to see me reconciled to her?"
No answer.
"Honey," he cried desperately. "I would do anything in the world for you!"
"But you cannot sacrifice yourself for a good woman's happiness?" she questioned, hardly knowing what she said.
"Why should I for Mrs. Meredith?"