Nina threw her hat on the bed and sat down dispiritedly.
“I suppose there's no news?” she asked.
Nina watched her. She was out of patience with Elizabeth, exasperated with the world.
“Are you going to go on like this all your life?” she demanded. “Sitting by a window, waiting? For a man who ran away from you?”
“That's not true, and you know it.”
“They're all alike,” Nina declared recklessly. “They go along well enough, and they are all for virtue and for the home and fireside stuff, until some woman comes their way. I ought to know.”
Elizabeth looked up quickly.
“Why, Nina!” she said. “You don't mean—”
“He went to New York this morning. He pretended to be going on business, but he's actually gone to see that actress. He's been mad about her for months.”
“I don't believe it.”