"But—why, maybe she doesn't intend to divorce him at all! Eve said she didn't, didn't she?" And then Emily remembered Martha's exalted announcement. "Suppose she doesn't divorce him!" she moaned.
"Well, that'd settle it. I think I'll go downtown—as if nothing had happened. As if I didn't know who was meant. I'll go and see what Mrs. Benton's doing. I better make sure she isn't—balling it all up."
"Let her alone, Bob. She promised me not to do anything; not ANYthing. I'm sure she won't. She isn't feeling well enough to do anything. She's sick, for one thing. She isn't well enough to go downtown."
"Well, that's one piece of luck!"
"You were hard on her, Bob."
"Well, what did she want to walk in here for? Why can't she mind her own business?"
"It is her business. As she said Johnnie's her boy."
"I haven't got anything against that kid, Emily. But I'd hate to have her for my mother-in-law. My God! What would the boy do between those two—Martha and that woman?"
"You needn't worry about that. Martha'll never marry him now."
"What you going to do with her now, Emily?"