“But are you really going back?”
“Of course—eventually.”
Her voice, nearly drowned by the noise of people departing from the court, sounded to him implacable.
“You heard the hope of the Court that my husband and I would come together again? Of course we never shall. But I’m sure I shall get hold of Jimmy. I know my husband won’t keep him from me.” She stared at his shoulders. “I want you to help me with Jimmy’s physical education—I mean by getting him to that instructor you spoke of.”
“To be sure—Jenkins,” he said, marveling at her.
“Jenkins—exactly. And I hope it will be possible for your wife and me to meet soon, now there’s nothing against it owing to the verdict.”
“Thank you.”
“Do tell her, and see if we can arrange it.”
Dumeny at this moment passed close to them with his friend on his way out of court. His eyes rested on Mrs. Clarke, and a faint smile went over his face as he slightly raised his hat.
“Good-by,” said Mrs. Clarke to Dion.