Molly flamed red.
“To save her, he might even marry her,” Morse went on relentlessly.
Molly gestured negatively.
“He wouldn’t. He couldn’t!” she cried stormily. She had never permitted herself to face such a catastrophe save when she was angry.
Jordan Morse contemplated his wife a short space of time.
“I can’t understand your falling in love with a man who hasn’t breathed a word of affection for you,” he said tentatively. 180
Molly showed him an angry face.
“You’re not a woman, so you can’t judge,” she replied.
“Thank God for that!” retorted Morse.
“We wouldn’t have had any of this trouble,” he continued, at length, “if you’d let me know about the boy. There’s no excuse for you, absolutely none. You know very well I would have come back.”