“Ye—es.”
“He isn’t your husband.”
“No.”
“You haven’t any husband.”
She hung her head guiltily.
“Why did you invent one?”
Instead of replying verbally she raised her arm and pointed across the roadway to a patch of worn green in the park. He followed the indication with his eyes. A Keep-Off-the-Grass sign grinned spitefully in his face.
“I see. The invention was for my special benefit.”
“Safety first,” she murmured.
“I never really believed it—except when you took me by surprise,” he pursued. “That’s why I—I went ahead.”