"What?"
"Let me see Betty; bring her here!"
Snyder's agitation was such that she came near pushing over the coffee-pot.
"You really—you want me to—"
"Yes. Why not? I adore children!"
She continued to watch her, surprised at the emotion she had aroused.
"Yes, she is unhappy—frightfully unhappy!" she thought, and taking courage, she added: "Snyder, tell me something?"
Snyder shook her head, but, despite the objection, Doré continued:
"You have never told me of him—your husband. Are you sure it couldn't be patched up? Are you sure you don't care?"
"I don't want to talk about it—it's ended!" said Snyder, so abruptly that Doré drew back.