“Oh, if he had seen you with me there would have been such a row. He is so jealous—so suspicious!”
“Come along and point him out to me.”
He fairly pulled her to the corner, but, reaching it, the pretended Mrs. Ansel could not see her husband.
“That frightens me,” she said. “He may have seen me. He may be hiding to watch me. Oh, come away!”
She hurried across the street, Nick following her.
From that time on she kept up her nervous, frightened manner, until the door of the Seventeenth Street house was reached.
“What an admirable actress she is!” thought Nick. “She is wasting great talents in a dangerous game when she might win fame on the stage.”
At this house, looking up at the number, she said:
“This is the place. Shall we go in?”
“That is what we came for, isn’t it?” asked Nick.