Olive was ill at ease—a most unusual frame of mind for her. Larssen guessed she had some confession to make, and prepared himself for an outwardly sympathetic attitude.
"No doubt she's got the hooks into Clifford tight enough," he answered. "It'll be merely a question of time. No cause for you to worry. Wait quietly. Have them watched."
"I intend to do nothing of the kind!" said Olive sharply.
Larssen at once adjusted himself to her mood. "Well, that's as you please. The affair is yours and not mine. I don't doubt you have good reasons."
Olive played nervously with a spoon. "I've decided to drop the matter."
"Which?"
"Divorce."
Larssen had the sudden feeling that during his absence in the States the reins had slipped from his hands. He would have to play very warily for their recovery.
"No doubt you're right," he answered tacitly, inviting explanation.
"I want my husband back."