"No," she said, after a moment's thought. "No, I wouldn't let anything that wasn't a legal barrier stand in the way. Even though divorce has always seemed terrible to me. But--but you're not free, Mr. Bocqueraz."
He was standing close behind her, as she stood staring out into the night, and now put his arm about her, and Susan, looking up over her shoulder, raised childlike blue eyes to his.
"How long are you going to call me that?" he asked.
"I don't know--Stephen," she said. And suddenly she wrenched herself free, and turned to face him.
"I can't seem to keep my senses when I'm within ten feet of you!" Susan declared, half-laughing and half-crying.
"But Sue, if my wife agrees to a divorce," he said, catching both her hands.
"Don't touch me, please," she said, loosening them.
"I will not, of course!" He took firm hold of a chair-back. "If Lillian--" he began again, very gravely.
Susan leaned toward him, her face not twelve inches away from his face, her hand laid lightly for a second on his arm.
"You know that I will go with you to the end of the world, Stephen!" she said, scarcely above a whisper, and was gone.