“Has she run away from you too? Have you got that girl into trouble?”
“I always hated that phrase,” answered Gage, nonchalantly.
“Why did you come back from Chicago so soon?”
“Why should I stay? A fifth wheel? The entirely superfluous husband of one of the great feminist successes?”
“I asked you why you came back.” She framed each word with an artificial calmness.
“You haven’t taken so much interest in me for years, Helen. It’s true, isn’t it? All a man has to do is to get involved in a scandal to have the women after him.”
She pressed her hand to her face as if to shut out the sight of him.
“You’re a madman, Gage.”
“I shouldn’t be surprised.”
Then she dropped into a chair, weeping long sobs, drawn from emotion controlled beyond her strength.