"Are you—divorced?"
"No."
Cleland, still deeply astonished, looked across the room at Belter. That young man, very red, sat listening to Badger Spink's interminable chatter—pretending to listen; but his disturbed gaze was turned from time to time on Marie Cliff; and became hideously stony when it shifted to Cleland at moments without a sign of recognition.
"Shall we go?" asked the girl in a low voice.
They rose. A similar impulse seemed to seize Belter, and he got up almost blindly and strode across the floor.
Cleland, suddenly confronted at the door of the cloak-room, from which Marie was just emerging, said:
"Hello, Harry," in a rather embarrassed manner.
"Go to hell," replied the latter in a low voice of concentrated fury, and turned on his wife.
"Marie," he said unsteadily, "may I speak to you?"
"Certainly, but not now," replied the girl, who had turned white as a sheet.