John. They don't need to.
Cynthia. Oh, you don't mean that! And, you know, Jack, if I were caught—seen at this hour, leaving this house, you know—it's the most scandalous thing any one ever did, my being here at all. Good-bye, Jack! [After a pause and almost in tears.] I'd like to say, I—I—I—well, I sha'n't be bitter about you hereafter, and— [Halting.] Thank you awfully, old man, for the fodder and all that! [She turns to go out.
John. Mrs. Karslake—wait—
Cynthia. [Stopping to hear.] Well?
John. [Serious.] I've rather an ugly bit of news for you.
Cynthia. Yes?
John. I don't believe you know that I have been testing the validity of the decree of divorce which you procured.
Cynthia. Oh, have you?
John. Yes; you know I felt pretty warmly about it.
Cynthia. Well?