“And you’re married, if my eyes do not betray me.”
“Yes, I’m married,” he answered stiffly.
He wasn’t going to permit any Esther on earth to make light of that respectable and very happy union.
“Oh, Tommy!” she sighed. “I’m glad! I’m glad it’s all turned out so well for you—and for me, too. I don’t believe I would ever have become the actress I am if it hadn’t been for all I suffered through your desertion.”
“What?” he cried, astounded. “My desertion?”
And there were actually tears in her eyes.
“Yes,” she said. “You nearly broke my heart, but it made me.”
He could scarcely believe his ears.
“But—but—” he stammered, with a feeble effort to remind her of her own treachery.
“I only wanted to see you and tell you that I forgave you long ago, Tommy—forgave you frankly and freely. I owe my success to that suffering.”