“Yes, of course. I knew that was what would happen. But Felix—are you sure?” She meant about Dorothy.
“You’re crazier than I am, Rose-Ann—that’s all.”
“Well—” and she dried her tears. “I guess I am a fool.... But Felix—I left Clive at the corner drug-store. I was very mysterious, and said he mustn’t come here to the studio, but that he was to wait there for me.”
“What for?”
“I—told him I wanted him to help me celebrate an—occasion. But—”
“What kind of occasion?” Felix asked sternly. “Did you tell him any of this nonsensical—”
“No, Felix, I didn’t tell him anything. But—but we can still celebrate an occasion, Felix.”
“You mean my job?”
“No—I mean the—the anniversary of our marriage....”
“You poor abused darling! What an idiot I am!” And he took her in his arms again.