"Aw, now, Millie—Millie—" Stood regarding her, chewing backward and forward along his fingertips. "You—you see for yourself, Millie, what's dead can't be made alive—now, can it?"
She nodded, acquiescing, her lips bitterly wry.
"My lawyer, Millie, he'll fix it, alimony and all, so you won't—"
"O God!"
"Suppose I just slip away easy, Millie, and let him fix up things so it'll be easiest for us both. Send the boy down to see me to-morrow. He's old enough and got enough sense to have seen things coming. He knows. Suppose—I just slip out easy, Millie, for—for—both of us. Huh, Millie?"
She nodded again, her lips pressed back against outburst.
"If ever there was a good little woman, Millie, and one that deserves better than me, it's—"
"Don't!" she cried. "Don't—don't—don't!"
"I—"
"Go—quick—now!"