"Well, Nita," he said, with a world of meaning in eyes and tone. "We're rid of him for two years—anyway."
The girl started. The flush in her cheeks deepened, and the angry light again leapt into her eyes.
"What d'you mean?" she cried.
The man laughed.
"Mean? Do you need to ask? Ain't you glad?"
"Glad? I—" Suddenly pallor had replaced the flush in the girl's cheeks, and a curious light shone in eyes which a moment before had been alight with swift resentment. "—I—don't know."
The man nodded confidently, and drew still closer.
"That's all right," he said. "I do."