Jimmie bent above her and laid his hand upon her shoulder.
"I am sorry, so sorry," he said. "If I'd any brains I'd have seen how it was long ago. Now I'll not waste time. You'll be rid of me as quick as the courts can fix it."
He started for the door, but Jeanne caught his hand.
"Won't you kiss me, Jimmie?" she said.
Jimmie hesitated unhappily and Jeanne raised her eyes to his.
"Not since we were married, Jimmie," she said, "has any one kissed me but you."
So Jimmie bent and kissed her. She clung to his sleeve.
"Jimmie," she begged, "you haven't told me you forgive me. Unless you forgive me I can't go on with it. Tell me you forgive me!"
"Forgive you?" protested Jimmie. "I love you!"
When Jimmie went to the office of the lawyer, who also was his best friend, and told him that Jennie wanted a separation, that young man kicked the waste-paper basket against the opposite wall.