"But I am convinced."
He rose solemnly, and put the letters back into his pocket.
"Then I'll not detain you any longer. I thought I'd better come and tell you myself."
At the door he turned.
"Dirty trick, wasn't it? Seen enough of women to know better. But I trusted her——"
They stared at each other for a moment, and then he came back into the room.
"I'm very sorry for you, too," he said awkwardly. "You take it so quietly that I rather forgot——"
She laughed a little. "Perhaps," she said, "you'll think better of it—of divorcing her. There are so many things to be considered, Mr. Crichell."
But at this his fury rose again, and he shouted that nothing in heaven or earth would prevent his divorcing her. "And you'll have to do the same," he added, almost menacingly.
"Why should I divorce my husband?"