There was a quickening in her shadowed eyes, in her soft breathing. "You know I would," she whispered. "How could I help myself?"
"Then you couldn't very well marry anyone else, could you?"
"I've tried. It was a fliv, as you know. What's the answer?"
"Isn't it plain enough? Why not try me—on your own terms?"
"Where do you get that 'own term' stuff, Cary?" she demanded suspiciously. "Do you know about Dee and Jimmie; their arrangement?"
"No."
"It's a secret. But you belong to us," she added sweetly; "to the Fentrisses. So I'll tell you. They were to stay married for a month and after that if either of them wanted to quit, they were just to live like unmarried people without any fuss. Only Jimmie wouldn't keep to it. That's what made the row."
"Would you like to try that plan?" he asked in an inscrutable tone.
"Would you do it?" She looked at him doubtfully. "Would you really let me go after a month if I wanted to?"
"After a day. Do you think I'd try to hold you against your wish?"