“He said nothing. We had been quarreling. Sidney, I am going home in the morning.”
“You don't mean that, do you?”
“Don't I look as if I mean it? How much of this sort of thing is a woman supposed to endure?”
“Perhaps he has been delayed. These things always seem terrible in the middle of the night, but by morning—”
Christine whirled on her.
“This isn't the first time. You remember the letter I got on my wedding day?”
“Yes.”
“He's gone back to her.”
“Christine! Oh, I am sure you're wrong. He's devoted to you. I don't believe it!”
“Believe it or not,” said Christine doggedly, “that's exactly what has happened. I got something out of that little rat of a Rosenfeld boy, and the rest I know because I know Palmer. He's out with her to-night.”