“I don’t see the point of your story in this connection.”
“No? Well, it was merely to suggest that if you had to live up to this scheme of four-years’ probation, other people besides lovers would make up books of jokes, and—”
“That’s like a man—to threaten.”
“Yes, I threaten—on my knees.”
“Hume, how long do you think Frank will have to wait?”
They were sitting where they had a good view of the husband and wife, and Vidall, after a moment, said: “I don’t know. She has waited four years, too; now it looks as if, like Jacob, she was going to gather in her shekels of interest compounded.”
“It isn’t going to be a bit pleasant to watch.”
“But you won’t be here to see.”
Marion ignored the suggestion. “She seems to have hardened since he came yesterday. I hardly know her; and yet she looks awfully worn to-night, don’t you think?”
“Yes, as if she had to keep a hand on herself. But it’ll come out all right in the end, you’ll see.”