“Mrs. Garrison wanted it; there was no peace for her with that man so near.”
He was watching her keenly. Did he think she was in collusion with his wife against him? Her face burned; she looked straight at him.
“Mr. Garrison, it was an experiment and very successful. She is cured.”
He was ashamed. She and the doctor knew his dishonor, and then—the world. His voice was hot—angry.
“He followed her to London; they were together at the Savoy.”
“No!”
“He was there.”
Then she told him of her encounter with Martin, and how he went away without seeing Julie.
He had done them a terrible injustice? He was piteously grateful, held her hands, made a foolish attempt to kiss them. She grew very pale, and said, “Oh! Mr. Garrison!” He dropped them, very much embarrassed, looked at his watch. It was already ten o’clock; the evening had passed quickly, in spite of his misery.
“You are tired. I have been inconsiderate.”