"No trap. I wanted to try it."
"You wished it?"
"I was quite willing to try. After a year or two, I'll know whether I shall ever care to live with him."
"After a year or two!"
"Yes. That was the understanding. And then, if I didn't wish to live with him, we can be very quietly divorced. It was a crazy thing to do. But there wasn't any real risk. Besides——" She hesitated.
"Go on," he said.
"No, I can't. If I don't fall in love with him, I certainly shall never live with him. So," she added calmly, "there'll be no children to complicate the parting. You see I had some sense, Jim."
She lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled at him:
"It was just an escapade of sorts," she explained, more cheerfully. "It really doesn't mean anything yet, and I fly around and have a wonderful time, and maybe I'll take up sculpture with Helen, and maybe I'll try the stage. Anyway——" she pressed closer to him with a happy sigh, "I've got you back, haven't I? So what do we care whether I'm his wife or not?"
He said, holding her closely embraced: