"In what way?" she asked.
"In not applying for a divorce."
"Is that an exhibition of queerness on his part?" she smiled.
"It is—he never does the natural thing. What would be idiotic in a sensible chap is just what one expects from him. That Saturday at the Club-house—afterward, you know—he was going to begin action on Monday. And Sunday you had the peculiar scene in the Park where he threatened you with its immediate filing and so on—yet since that day no one has ever heard him mention divorce."
"Rather an unusual time for Harry to hold to one opinion!" she laughed. "I should say a change is long overdue." And when Pendleton looked at her with a puzzled air she added: "He told me he would not get a divorce—and that I could not. I'm waiting for him to change his mind again and to file his papers. I am advised that once filed they cannot be withdrawn without my consent, and that I am permitted to press for a decision."
"He told you that Sunday in the Park?" he exclaimed.
"No—it was somewhat later in the week. He came here, and—offered to—take me back—to forget and forgive. And I declined."
"You declined?" he marvelled. "Did you appreciate what you were throwing away, Stephanie?"
"Yes—a worthless man, for one thing," she replied.