"We are creating a scandal—a fearful scandal!" Stephanie laughed. "Husband and wife, about to be divorced, have been caught talking together in a secluded bridle-path in the Park. What can it mean?"
"It can mean anything their imagination may suggest—except the truth!" exclaimed Lorraine. "No one will ever believe it is a chance encounter."
"Thanks," said she. "You do me that much credit, at least."
"Yes; I fancy I may truthfully assume that this meeting is unpremeditated on your part as well as on mine—though you doubtless are expecting some one," he sneered. "Else why are you here?"
"For once you do me an injustice," she replied ironically.
"The circumstances speak for themselves—a secluded by-path, unfrequented on Sunday afternoons, especially by pedestrians—the thick veil which you have just laid aside, doubtless to prepare for the greeting."
"All of which you know perfectly well is not the truth!" she laughed.
He answered with an expressive shrug.
"It is not the way of those with whom you intimate that I properly belong, to appoint a rendezvous for such a place," she remarked.
"Their ways differ—this is your way. You are rather—unconventional, you know."