Marc turned beseechingly to Toffee. "Tell her," he pleaded. "Tell her I'm a good husband."
Toffee, flattered at being invited to take such an important part in this domestic drama, turned beamingly to Julie. "You just don't know what a wonderful husband you have," she announced innocently.
"I daresay," fumed Julie. "And someday, when you're not too exhausted from frisking around on the floor with him, suppose you drop around and tell me all about it!"
"She doesn't know what she's saying!" Marc cried.
"Don't ever tell her," Julie said with false sweetness, "or you'll ruin some of the liveliest testimony ever written into a court record."
"Court record?"
"The divorce courts do keep records, don't they?"
"Divorce!"
The echo of Marc's cry was still in the air, as Julie crossed to the door.
"Yes. Divorce, Marc Pillsworth!" she said, turning back. "And I do mean you."