“Are you ready to come with me this minute to Gregory and tell him that yarn—knowing that I can prove Mowbray wasn’t there—I say go with me—not by yourself.”
Ora made no reply. She was beaten but she was not ready to admit it.
“You may bet your life on one thing,” continued Ida. “You go with me or you don’t go at all, for I’ll stick to you like wet paint until this thing is settled once for all. Now just tell me what you meant a while back by Gregory’s resistance? When you found I wouldn’t consent to a divorce—of course you put him up to ask me, you traitorous little white devil—did you want him to elope with you?”
“Yes I did!”
“And he wouldn’t!”
“He—he would not sacrifice me——”
“Shucks! Where did you want him to go? To Europe?”
“Yes.”
“Good Lord! And what did you think you were going to do with him over there? Spoon in orange groves for forty years?”
“There are several thousand resources in Europe besides orange groves—but you would never understand——”