He shrugged.
“Well—do anything you please, my dear. I certainly won’t stop you if you run for office.”
She was very cold.
“You’re sneering at me, Gage.”
He tossed away his cigarette and came up to her where she stood, still muffled in the cloak she had worn. She was fast in his embrace and it gave her the moment of relief she had sought. She closed her eyes and lay relaxed against his shoulder. And then came the creeping little fear. He had managed her like that. He couldn’t respect her.
“Darling Helen—”
Her thought spoke.
“Margaret would never have let herself go off the point like this—”
“Oh, damn Margaret!” said Gage, letting her go, angrily.
Helen looked at him in disgust and went upstairs.