The man bent over until Jinnie could see the point of his chin.
“I see,” said he.... “Well, Molly, are you glad to have me back?”
Molly’s face came plainly within Jinnie’s view. At his question the woman went paler. Then the man leaned over and tried to take one of her hands. But she drew it away again and locked her fingers together in her lap.
“Aren’t you glad to see me back again?” he repeated.
Molly’s startled eyes came upward to his face.
“I don’t know—I can’t tell—I’m so surprised and––”
“And glad,” laughed the stranger in a deep, mesmeric voice. “Glad to have your husband back once more, eh?”
Virginia’s start was followed quickly by an imploration from Molly.
“Hush, hush, please don’t speak of it!”
“I certainly shall speak of it; I certainly shall. I came here for no other reason than that. And who would speak of it if I didn’t?”