"I thought of you all the time," he said, impulsively. "I cursed every minute that we were delayed."
She asked another question.
"Have you been to your flat?"
"I came straight here, of course. I was anxious about you. I thought you might be wondering what had become of me."
She drew a long sigh.
"Then you haven't got it?"
"Haven't got what?" he asked gently.
She rose to her feet.
"My ring and the money. It was all a mistake. I don't want to be married to you any more." She regarded him with wide, frightened eyes. For the first time it was slowly dawning upon her that perhaps it was not such an easy thing to get unmarried as it had been to get married.