“I’m sorry we had any misunderstanding,” Hillyer was able to say sincerely. “I’ll talk it over with him––later.”
“Please!” urged Claire.
“But I must go now. Those things for Marion, please.”
“I’ll have them ready in a minute. And I’ve only to slip on another dress, and––”
“But you don’t mean––You’re not going?”
“Of course I am!” she answered, with a look of surprise.
“I think you’d better not,” he said quietly.
“But why?”
“Now think a minute, Mrs. Huntington. Your husband objects to your going. It will not only anger him more, but it will hurt him. Isn’t that so?”