"Oh, of course. Do you know? I believe she will be more popular than before. Everything that has come out in this abominable trial has been in her favour. People realise what a life she has been living during all these years—without a complaint. Wonderful woman! That brute Darche! I wish he were to be hanged instead of sent to the Penitentiary!"
"He deserves it," answered Dolly with the utmost conviction. "I suppose Marion will get a divorce."
Again Brett stopped short in his walk and looked at her keenly. The idea had doubtless passed through his own mind, but he had not heard any one else express it as yet.
"After all," he said slowly, "there is no reason why she should not."
Then he suddenly relapsed into silence and resumed his walk.
"And then I suppose," said Dolly thoughtfully, "she would marry again."
Brett said nothing to this, but continued to pace the floor, glancing at the young girl from time to time, and meditating on the total depravity of innocence.
"She might marry Russell Vanbrugh, for instance," observed Dolly, as though talking to herself.
This was too much for Brett. For the third time he stopped and faced her.
"Why Vanbrugh, of all people?" he asked.