"And you really think divorce is what he's after?" Fanny doubted darkly, having duly turned the matter over in her mind.
"I'm sure you'd think so, if you had heard him."
"I don't know.... Of course, he was your property long enough, you ought to know his wretched little ways. But I wouldn't trust any man to mean what he says to a woman under such circumstances."
"Fanny! how long is it since you set up to be such a cynic?"
"As long as I've been an honest married woman, darling. I think the first thing a woman with her wits about her learns, once she begins to convalesce from that foolish bride feeling, is that men are just as treacherous as we are in affairs of the heart, so-called. Anyway, if your Bellamy were mine, he'd wait a long time for me to give him his freedom, precisely as long as he insisted on sticking round and making me uncomfortable.... The most outrageous proceeding I ever heard of!"
"I don't see through Bel, myself," Lucinda admitted. "You'd think it would be the last thing he'd do. Of course—I'll speak to Harry about it tonight—we can't stay, we'll have to move as soon as we finish this picture."
"We're lucky to be as well along as we are, in that case. Barry Nolan said today he expected to finish up in two weeks more."
"Then there's no time to be wasted. Your husband will have to begin looking for new studio accommodations right away; though I haven't the least idea where we'll find them, if Bel told the truth."
"It's barely possible he did, of course. And then it's equally possible that he's taking advantage of the demand exceeding the supply to force you out of the business, assuming you'll quit Zinn's even if it involves suspending production, rather than be made miserable by seeing him every day. In which case, of course, he'll have some other scheme ready to make it difficult if not impossible for you to resume."
"Heavens! what a wild-eyed theory, Fanny!"