“Answer me!”
“I called him up.... I hope I shan’t need him——”
“Are you threatening me with scandal because I let you sleep here last night?”
“There’s no scandal—as long as you are my wife——”
“How long,” said she, “do you suppose I shall remain married to an ex-convict?”
Graydon laughed, fished in his soiled vest for a match, lighted his cigarette:
“You’ve condoned whatever I’ve done, Eris,” he said.
“What!”
“You’ve no case. You’ve condoned my offence. I guess you’ll have to remain married to me, Eris.”
For a full minute she failed to understand, watching him intently, searching for the sinister import of his words.