"We didn't."
"But where else was I likely to be?"
"Your husband never suspected that Grayle had any hand in it. I fancy you and Grayle did your best not to enlighten him. You let him think it was another man, and Grayle gave an alibi. I suppose it was all right; I'm not versed in the ethics of the thing."
I made a step towards the door, but Mrs. O'Rane was in my way.
"Yes, I don't know why Vincent said that," she observed reflectively. "Unless he thought that nobody was ever going to know.... But I'm not quite so abandoned as that. I warned you all, I told you my old married life was over; and I was free to start another. As for not enlightening anybody, it's not my business to correct all the mistakes people choose to make.... Now that you've been here, you can report everything you've seen. I'm not hiding anything, and you can say I'm not ashamed of what I've done and I'm quite prepared for all the world to know. He can divorce me as soon as he likes."
The discussion did not make me want to stay any longer in the house, and I had to ask her to let me pass.
"You can tell him that," she added carelessly.
"I don't know that he contemplates divorcing you," I said. "He's never mentioned the subject."
"But he'll have to. He can't go on being nominally married to me, when I'm—well ..."
"Are you sure you don't mean that your own position will be a shade less discreditable when Grayle marries you?" I asked. "Frankly, you haven't been thinking of your husband very much, have you?"