"You must know. He kissed me. I don't know why. Make him go away. O Howard, what am I?"
Sommers dropped his arm from Alves and started toward Dresser, who was edging away.
"What is this?"
His dictatorial tone made Dresser pause.
"She told you. I was a fool. I tried to kiss her."
Sommers took him by the arm without a word.
"Yes, I am going. Don't make a row about it. You needn't get into a state about it. She isn't Mrs. Sommers, you know!"
"Oh!" Alves groaned, closing her eyes again. "How can he say that!"
Sommers dropped his arm.
"Who told you that Alves was not my wife?" he asked drearily.