Kitty was silent. Charlie was saying things which she would never have expected him to say. And they made it difficult for her to speak. She had expected to blurt it out in one breath, held in his loving arms, with her burning face hid on his breast.
"He agrees to my divorcing him if your wife will give him the assurance that she will divorce you."
"Anything else?"
Kitty could hardly find her voice.
"And—it's awfully hard to say, Charlie, it sounds dreadful—if you'll promise to marry me within a week of the decrees being made absolute."
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For a moment he was silent. Then he took her hand again and pressed it gently.
"You know, darling," he said, "whatever happens we must keep Dorothy out of this."
She looked at him blankly.
"But I don't understand. How can we?"