She turned on him in a sudden flash and asked with frowning emphasis:
“I wonder why you dragged me off on this idiotic trip?”
“I was worn out and needed the rest,” he answered, quietly.
She looked at him with defiance.
“I don’t believe a word of it,” she said, indignantly. “You wish to get me out of New York. You were too much of a coward to tell Overman your suspicions that he was trying to win your wife.”
Gordon looked out of the window in silence.
“We will stop at the next station and go back. I don’t care for any more free vaudeville shows in the dining-car.”
“Don’t be absurd, my dear; you need not meet again.”
Gordon smiled in spite of himself.
Tears of vexation filled the violet eyes. “For all of your loud talk of freedom, I believe you still love that first wife of yours! And I am beginning to despise you.”