Marie thought.
"Julia," she whispered, hushed, "perhaps—"
"You must know—or you can make a good guess."
Marie began to tremble. "I've been feeling so simply awful; I couldn't think what was the matter with me, but I—I believe you may be right. I shouldn't be surprised—"
Julia drew at her cigarette savagely; tears were in her eyes; something hurt her and she resented it.
"Shall you be pleased?" she asked.
"Pleased? I—don't—know."
"Will your husband be pleased?"
"I don't know."
"People seem to run about anyhow in the dark," said Julia thoughtfully.