“Must be discussed? Good God! I come back after [335] ]three months, ring my home, find that my wife has moved into town without a word to me—”
“You forget—you had overlooked giving me your address.”
“And come up against the fact,” he rushed on, “that she’s taken advantage of my absence to put over— What’s your explanation of this damned outrage?” he broke off hotly.
Her eyes, tense and brilliant, held his. He gave a short laugh.
“I assume you and Coghlan have concocted one.”
“Coghlan has no idea of my reason for doing it. He merely knows that in July I sent word to him that I would take this part if Lilla Grant refused it. He didn’t wait to find out, though she cabled him a week later saying Kane was going to star her.”
“And you thought I’d let you get away with it! After five years of living with me you thought I’d stand for anything like this!”
“It doesn’t matter whether you stand for it or not.”
He had been pacing up and down, hands thrust into his pockets, ready to plunge through the walls. Now suddenly he veered about, stood rooted.
“I mean it.” Softly she answered his amazement. “I’m back on the stage because I realize how little my leaving it meant to you.”