“So as to bolster him up for her sake?” the doctor mused. “That’s like you, Simon, but she’ll know that, too, and it’ll only make her think more of you. I’m afraid the cat’s out of the bag to stay!”
Overton turned troubled eyes upon him.
“Why in the world did it come off? Who let it be? She never should have married him!”
The doctor picked up an old stump of a pencil from his table and began to whittle it to a fine point.
“For one thing, I think she was a little in love with him. He’s very handsome, and has a way that wins with women. Then the judge was set on it. He believed that Faunce was going to be a great man, cut on your pattern, you see——”
Overton interrupted him in a tone of sharp impatience.
“I’m not great!”
“Well, we’ll let it go at that, anyway. Diane has imagination, and she married Faunce; now, her imagination being rudely shocked into realities, she’s left him. The judge is frantic. He’s seen his son-in-law to-day, and Faunce tells him he’ll offer no opposition to a divorce. That means that Diane ought to be free before a great while.”
Overton jumped up and began to walk about excitedly.
“It’s incredible—I happen to know that he loves her!”