“Oh, yes. I love you so I could commit crime for you.” And without transition she added negligently:
“This evening I shall take away my dot with me.”
He recalled his father’s doubts on this point.
“Your dot?”
“Yes. It’s provided for in my marriage settlement. Did I not show it to you?”
“You haven’t the right to take it. The court only allowed it to you.”
“Shall I surrender what’s my own to my husband? And what should we live on if I did?”
“Edith, I shall have some money to-night. Then I can find some work to do in Paris. The father of one of my friends is manager of a large company there, and he’s promised to save a place for me in their lawyer’s offices. These last days I have recalled his promise to do so, at all events.”
She did not discourage this bland optimism.
“Yes, you will have to work. We’ll go to Paris later. But to-night it’s Italy.”