"What?"
"And after?"
"I don't understand!"
"What's he going to do? Give up his wife? Divorce her?"
"No, no!"
"And after!—what's to become of you?"
Dodo was silent. All the fantastic scheme she had imagined—a year, and then each to return—seemed so inadequate an answer now. All at once Snyder, in a sudden rage, bounded to the table, and catching the suit-case, flung it scurrying across the room.
"No, petty! You shan't do it! I won't let him. I'll kill him first!"
"Snyder, Snyder, you don't understand!" she cried.
"Don't I? I know! Honey, I tell you, I know! You're the one who don't understand! Honey, I tell you, it ain't a fair world! No; it's a rotten unfair world! The chances ain't equal! A woman ain't a man! Think of your own security first, honey. You've got to, or God help you! I know!"