“No. You see how absurd it is, Heloise.”
“You are married to Diana.” She pointed an accusing finger.
Gordon could only nod idiotically.
“You really must go,” he squeaked. “This may mean ruin for me!”
Her lips curled as she drew back, hands on hips.
“Do I get any of that ruin?” she demanded.
“You must go back to your husband.” His brain was alert now. “Tell him you have made a mistake——”
“He pretty well guesses that,” she interrupted bitterly, and slowly took off her wrap.
Instantly Gordon seized it.
“Put it on, put it on!” he wailed, but she twisted herself loose.