Her hostile voice fanned the old anger that had so many times flamed when people were speaking hostilely of Ruth. But he managed to say quietly: "But you see you don't know much about it yet, Amy."
He was facing her mirror and what he saw in it made him lean forward, his arms about her, with an impulsive: "Sweetheart, we're not going to quarrel, are we?"
But after his kisses she asked, as if she had only been biding her time through the interruption; "Did she run away with him?"
His arm dropped from her shoulder. "They left together," he answered shortly.
"Are they married now?"
"No."
Amy, who had resumed the brushing of her hair, held the brush suspended. "Living together—all this time—and not married?"
"They are not married," was his heated response, "because the man's wife has not divorced him." He added, not without satisfaction: "She's that kind of a person."
Amy turned and her eyes met his. "What kind of a person?" she said challengingly. "I presume," she added coolly, "that she does not believe in divorce."
"I take it that she does not," was his dry answer.