"No, no! I can't do that."
"But do you think that is—right?"
"I am sure it is."
"But if your husband wants you—"
"He doesn't want me."
"Very sure."
A curious look came to the man's eyes, a grim smile to his lips.
"Er"—he hesitated a little—"you don't want to forget that—er—you have long ago qualified for—that understudy. You remember that—I wanted you."
The rich color that flamed into her face told that she fully understood what he meant, yet she shook her head vehemently.