Chris frowned.
"We can't live with Aunt Madge indefinitely," he said at last. "We shall have to get a place of our own some-where."
"I know, but for the present she would like to have us." There was a note of anxiety in Marie's voice. Just now there was nothing she dreaded more than the thought of living somewhere alone with Chris.
Once it had seemed the height of bliss.
"There'll be plenty of money, fortunately," Chris went on. "We ought to manage to have quite a good time between us, don't you think?"
"Yes, I think so."
"You don't sound very enthusiastic," he complained. "I suppose you're still thinking about that rotten business last night."
She did not deny it.
"Supposing it had been me," she said, after a moment "Supposing I 85 had gone out there with—with Mr. Dakers, for instance; and the same thing had happened. What would you have thought?"
Chris laughed unaffectedly.