“How brave you are!” she observed. “Bab, I am green with envy. When I think of the way he looked at you, and the tones of his voice when he made love to that—that creature, I am posatively shaken.”
We sat in somber silence. Then she said:
“I darsay he detests the Heroine, doesn’t he?”
“He tolarates her,” I said, with a shrug.
More silense. I rang for Hannah to bring some ice water. We were in my boudoir.
“I saw him yesterday,” said Jane, when Hannah had gone.
“Jane!”
“In the park. He was with the woman that plays the Adventuress. Ugly old thing.”
I drew a long breath of relief. For I knew that the Adventuress was at least thirty and perhaps more. Besides being both wicked and cruel, and not at all femanine.
Hannah brought the ice-water and then came in the most madening way and put her hand on my Forehead.