Hildreth could stay at her mother's and father's flat till we made further arrangements for going off some place together.
"Darling, if we return from what has proven to be a wild-goose chase, will you promise me not to become disheartened, to lose faith in me?"
"Of course not, Johnnie ... I think Darrie offered very good advice," she sighed.
Back we turned, by the next day's train, full of a sense of frustration; what an involved, unromantic, practical world we lived in!
Hildreth heaved a sigh of content as we walked into her mother's flat again. Her mother was still at Eden ... alone ... taking care of Daniel, for whom she had a great love.
We had Darrie over the telephone, and soon she was with us, giving us the latest news of the uproar.
The papers were at us pro and con, mostly con.
Dorothy Dix had written a nasty attack on me, saying that I was climbing to fame over a woman's prostrate body ... that, in my own West, instead of a judge and a divorce court, a shotgun Would have presided in my case....