CHAPTER XXIII
When Toni related the episode of Lady Martin's note to Eva Herrick, the latter asked a startling question.
"Toni, why don't you leave your husband?"
"Leave my husband?" Toni stared at her, wide-eyed.
"Yes. Oh, anyone can see you're neither of you happy. Mr. Rose knows all the time that he ought not to have married you just to get even with that horrid Saxonby woman, and anyhow you're not the least bit in the world suited to one another."
Toni was very pale.
"You don't think so?"
"I'm sure of it." Eva threw away the cigarette she held and sat upright. "You ought to have married a man who would love you whatever you did—who wouldn't want you to be booky and clever, but would think you perfect in every way. Not a man who feels himself superior to you half the time, and finds fault the other half."
"But my husband doesn't find fault." She spoke in a low voice.