Kitty moved uneasily. She knew how shy Walter was and she could believe that the fear of a scene, and the dread of public attention, might have influence upon him; but she could not believe that he would be affected by the thought of a material advantage. Perhaps she didn't know him very well, but Charlie didn't know him at all.
"Has it occurred to you that he's madly in love with me?"
He did not answer, but he smiled at her with roguish eyes. She knew and loved that charming look of his.
"Well, what is it? I know you're going to say something awful."
"Well, you know, women are often under the impression that men are much more madly in love with them than they really are."
For the first time she laughed. His confidence was catching.
"What a monstrous thing to say!"
"I put it to you that you haven't been bothering much about your husband lately. Perhaps he isn't quite so much in love with you as he was."
"At all events I shall never delude myself that you are madly in love with me," she retorted.
"That's where you're wrong."