"Had I?"
"Certainly," he said brutally. "Not many days ago you were adrift. Don't cut your cable again."
A vivid colour mounted to her temples:
"That is all over," she said. "Have I not come to you again in spite of the folly that sent me drifting to you before? And can I pay you a truer compliment, Duane, than to ask the hospitality of your forbearance and the shelter of your friendship?"
"You are a trump, Rosalie," he said, after a moment's scowling. "You're all right.... I don't know what to say.... If it's going to give you a little happiness to care for this man——"
"But what will it do to him, Duane?"
"It ought to do him good if such a girl as you gives him all of herself that she decently can. I don't know whether I'm right or wrong!" he added almost angrily. "Confound it! there seems no end to conjugal infelicity around us these days. I don't know where the line is—how close to the danger mark an unhappy woman may drift and do no harm to anybody. All I know is that I'm sorry—terribly sorry for you. You're a corker."
"Thanks," she said with a faint smile. "Do you think Delancy may safely agree with you without danger to his peace of mind?"
"Why not? After all, you're entitled to lawful happiness. So is he.... Only——"
"Only—what?"