"Like a man!" Edith repeated, scornfully.
"Say it," he said, roughly. "Like a cad, if that's what you mean."
She laughed again, but with a different cadence. "Ask yourself first," she continued, "and then be honest with me. How would you feel?"
Suppose There Is Another Woman
He shrugged his shoulders uneasily. "I admit it, but I'm willing to pay the price. I'll feel like a cad all the rest of my life, if I must, in order to have you."
"If a man has no self-respect," she retorted, "what can he expect from his——"
"Wife," breathed Alden, in a rapturous whisper. "Oh, Edith, say you will!"
She turned away, for she could not force herself to meet his eyes. Her little white hands clasped the edge of the table tightly.
"Have you thought of this?" he continued. "Suppose, for him, there is another woman——"
"There isn't," she denied. "I know that."