"Try what?"
"Marrying him."
"What do you mean by 'trying it?'"
"Why, it's a trial marriage——"
"Good God!" he said. "What do you mean?"
"I mean it's a trial marriage," she repeated coolly.
"You mean there was no—no ceremony?" he stammered.
"There wasn't any ceremony. We don't believe in it. We just said to each other that we'd marry——"
"You mean you've—you've lived with that man on such terms of understanding?" he demanded, white with rage.
"I don't live with him. I live here with Helen," she said, perplexed. "All I would consent to was a trial marriage to see how it went for a year or two——"