“But my husband is now in New York!”
“Oh, the devil!” And then he smiled again. “But I’m sure a woman of your quickness of mind can invent an excuse that will take care of your husband. You can trust that my end will all be managed quietly.”
Again she avoided an attempted embrace. “But he is now in this hotel—and he knows I’m here—and he’s so jealous—”
“The devil!” This time he did not smile. “That is some complication! You certainly do have to be discreet!” He thought quickly. “You’d better move from this hotel to some place where you will not be so easily under his eye. Anyhow, I was going to suggest your moving on account of Miss Jones. Being this close to her, she might any time stumble on to—you know, between you and Jack.”
“I’m going to move to-night,” she agreed, her mind all on how she was going to rid herself of him, and yet not offend him.
“Good! Now, as token and seal of our understanding—” He bent toward her with pursed lips.
She checked him with the thrust of a stiffened arm. “Not now!”
“Some day, then? And soon?”
She eyed him steadily. “Sometime, perhaps—if when that time comes you still want to.”
He had no suspicion of what was in her mind. He smiled.