"My word! You'd leave your husband?"
"Yes. You don't suppose I want to spend all my days with an image like Fitz, do you?"
Lottie threw herself back petulantly in her seat. Presently Pip laid his hand on her arm.
"Don't!" said he.
"Don't what?"
"Don't be drawn into this affair."
"Why not? Seems to me I'm in it pretty thick already."
"You could break it off—at once. It would be the kindest thing to do."
"It would be a blamed silly thing to do," said Miss Lottingar frankly.
"Do you care for him at all?"