Queenie noted that fact in triumph.
“It would not take so long to get a divorce from her, and then—— Ah, Heaven! the one longing of her life would be granted. She would be his wife.”
Queenie was so carried away with her own thoughts and anticipations that she was barely conscious that the girl-wife’s arms were once more thrown about her, and Jess was whispering in her ear:
“Now you know why I could not marry the other one, and did not wish to see him again. I was already a wife. What do you think of my—my husband? Is he not adorable?”
CHAPTER XLI.
“WAS IT ALL A DREAM?”
“Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.”
Many a long hour, while the great city was sleeping that night, Queenie paced the floor of her boudoir, deeply absorbed in her own turbulent thoughts.