"It's not your going—it's your coming back that irritates me."
"Irritates!" she laughed. "I am sorry to have irritated you—sorry to have irritated one so childish. It may affect your mind, Mr. Lorraine."
"If my mind has survived the last two years, I think it can survive a trifle more. Nevertheless," he sneered, "I am deeply sensible of the consideration you would show me."
"What are you going to do about it?" she asked sharply.
"I don't quite follow your train of thought," he answered.
"Of course not—it was dreadfully involved," she mocked. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Lorraine. I meant what are you going to do now that I have returned—divorce me?"
"Yes—divorce you," he answered bluntly.
"And without delay?"
"As quickly as the Courts can cut us asunder."
"I am glad," she said. "I rather feared you might make overtures for a reconciliation."