Tompkins turned to Gretchen.
"It's his house," he suggested. "Perhaps we'd better meet at mine."
Then he was gone, and Gretchen had shut the door behind him. Her eyes were full of angry tears.
"See what you've done!" she sobbed. "The only friend I had, the only person in the world who liked me enough to treat me decently, is insulted by my husband in my own house."
She threw herself on the sofa and began to cry passionately into the pillows.
"He brought it on himself," said Roger stubbornly. "I've stood as much as my self-respect will allow. I don't want you going out with him any more."
"I will go out with him!" cried Gretchen wildly. "I'll go out with him all I want! Do you think it's any fun living here with you?"
"Gretchen," he said coldly, "get up and put on your hat and coat and go out that door and never come back!"
Her mouth fell slightly ajar.
"But I don't want to get out," she said dazedly.