“Afraid of what?”
“That Scott will be looking for me?”
“Oh, no,” said Max, thinking that Scott had too much sense to search for a truant wife, for he would not do so himself.
“Don’t you think he will?” she asked.
“No, no, darling, he will not follow you when he knows into whose hands you have fallen, for he must know whom you love best.”
“He knows very well, and sometimes I tremble for what he might do.”
“Do not be alarmed,” said Max with a yawn, “he will not trouble you.”
It was one evening in the month of March that Max 192 entered the room where Irene sat, and asked her to give him ten dollars, as he had a bill, he said, that must be paid.
“It seems to me,” said Irene, “that you are using a great deal of money lately.”