He glanced round stealthily and obeyed instructions: "I guess its safe—my darling."
"Did you sleep, dovie?" she yawned.
"Not a wink. They took off the Portland car at Granger and I had to sleep in one of the chairs in the observation room."
Mrs. Fosdick shook her head at him in mournful sympathy, and asked: "What state are we in now?"
"A dreadful state—Nevada."
"I'm a bigamist, and you've never been married at all."
"Oh, these awful divorce laws!" she moaned, then left the general for the particular: "Won't you come in and hook me up?"
Fosdick looked shocked: "I don't dare compromise you."
"Will you take breakfast with me—in the dining-car?" she pleaded.