“Rose, I love you!” he exclaimed. “You’re the best—how can I ever——”
She sealed his lips with her hand.
“Come, let’s talk sensibly,” she resumed, stretching back against the pillows. “You’ve got a lot to be thankful for as far as I can see—your wife, I mean. Almost any other woman would have sued you for divorce.”
“I know,” he confessed. “Nell’s all right.”
“Jack, will you do as I say?”
“I’ll try,” he returned. “That depends.”
“Trying is not promising—and I want you to promise me.”
“Well, what?”
“Promise me that you will not communicate with this woman, or give her a cent; that if you meet her, that if she follows you, you will not open your lips to her.”
“She threatens to bring the matter to court. I got a letter from her yesterday, saying she had put the matter in her lawyer’s hands,” he explained nervously.