"Yes.... How else——" She looked up at him; he suddenly stopped in the path, her next step brought her around facing him, where she halted, encircled by his arm. After a moment's silence, she rested her clasped hands on his shoulder, looking very seriously into his eyes.
"How else?" she repeated in a half-whisper.
"Divorce."
"No, dear."
"Either that or—we can go away somewhere—together——"
The dryness of his throat checked him, and her clear eyes looked him through and through.
"Either you or I," he said, "have got to tell Oswald how matters——"
"We can't, Jim."
"Tell him," he continued, "that we are in love with each other and need to marry——"
"Oh, Jim—my dear—dearest, I can't do that!"