"He'll divorce me now, won't he?" she asked unsteadily.
"Why?"
"Because nobody would believe the truth—after this."
She rested her pretty cheek against the cushion and gazed at the fire with wide eyes still tearfully brilliant.
"You have me on your hands," she said. "What are you going to do with me?"
"Send you home."
"You can't. I've disgraced myself. Won't you stand by me, Jim?"
"I can't stand by you if I let you stay here."
"Why not?"
"Because that would be destroying you."