"Now you come in for this money," he began. But she interrupted him hotly:
"Martin, you know that is not true!"
"Isn't it true that the instant you can take care of yourself you begin to talk about not being happy, and so on!" he asked, without any particular feeling. "You bet you do! Why, I never cared anything about that money, you never heard me speak of it. I always felt that by the time the lawyers and the heirs and the witnesses got through, there wouldn't be much left of it, anyway!"
Too rich in her new position of the woman beloved by Peter to quarrel with Martin in the old unhappy fashion, Cherry laid an appealing hand on his arm.
"I'm sorry to meet you with this sort of thing," she said, simply, "I blame myself now for not writing you just how I've come to feel about it! But I just want it SAID before we meet Alix--"
"Have what said?" he asked, surlily.
"Have it understood," she pursued, patiently, "that we must make some arrangement for the future--things can't be as they were!"
"You've had it all your way ever since we were married," he began. "Now you blame me--"
"I DON'T blame you, Martin!"
"Well, what do you want a divorce for, then?"