Still, it had been rather daring. It fitted in exactly with several talks she had had of late with Dwight, her music teacher: talks in which each one of them had taken rather a challenging tone that had grown distinctly intimate. One night when Joe was out of town she had gone with Dwight to the opera. And she had not mentioned it to Joe—not that she felt guilty at all, she had simply dropped it out of her mind. In love with her husband? Yes, indeed. And let Dwight or any other man try to go the least bit too far—"As Fanny doubtless does with Joe," she suddenly added to herself. For a moment she walked viciously. Then she thought again of Dwight. He had told her she really had voice enough with which to go on the stage if she chose.
"Though I hope you won't," he had added.
"Why not?" she had asked. In reply he had hinted at perils that made it all sound rather thrilling.
"Joe wouldn't like it," Dwight had said.
"I might sing in concerts—"
"Joe wouldn't like it."
"Oh, bother Joe!"
Dwight had smiled a bit. "I wonder what you will do," he had said, "if
Joe flivvers!"
"If he what?"
"Flivvers—drops back and makes money—turns to those other friends of his."