“No. But if you care for Miss Vallincourt and she cares for you, I’m wondering what stopped you.”
“She doesn’t care for me”—shortly.
June felt a thrill of pure joy. If Magda didn’t care, then she could win him back—win back her husband! Within her she was instinctively aware that if Magda had cared, no power of hers could have won back Dan’s allegiance. A faint doubt assailed her.
“She—she seemed as if she cared?” she ventured.
Dan nodded indifferently.
“Yes. I was a summer holiday’s amusement for her.”
“And—was that all?”
As June spoke, her direct gaze sought her husband’s face. He met it fair and square, unflinchingly.
“That’s all,” he replied quietly.
She crossed the room swiftly to his side.