"But Jim——You don't know him. I can't hurt him. He is too good. He is far, far too good for either of us."
Von Klausen's reply was another kiss, but this time a light, an almost merry kiss.
"He need never know," said the Austrian.
She leaped from his arms. She sprang a yard away. Her face went rigid.
"You—you——" she said. "What do you mean? I tell you that I could never ask Jim to divorce me, and you say that he needn't know!"
It was the Austrian who was amazed now. He was frankly at sea.
"Divorce?" he echoed. "Who spoke of divorce?"
"Go!"
Muriel's face was crimson. She drew herself to her full height. She pointed to the door. Her finger shook with anger; her eyes shone with hate and shame.
"Go!"