"He looked at me in a dazed sort of way. 'Open it!' I repeated, stamping my foot. I was drunk with love and moonlight and I imagine I must have acted like a fury. I know I felt like one.
"He opened the telegram and read it, gravely and silently.
"'Is it or is it not from Milton Leffert?'
"'Yes. He—'
"'That's all I want to know—don't say another word! Do you hear? Never tell me another word about that telegram as long as you live! And now destroy it—here—before my eyes! I'm going to put Milton Leffert out of my life forever, here and now! Go on, destroy it!'
"Adrian hesitated. He seemed almost frightened. 'But—' he began.
"'Adrian!' I turned toward him with the moonlight beating full down on me. I was not so bad-looking in those days; I daresay I was not bad-looking at all as I stood there in the moonlight. At least I know that woman never used her beauty more consciously than I did in that moment.
"'Adrian, look at me! Do you love me?'
"He allowed that he did.
"'Then do what I say. Destroy that telegram and never mention it or that man's name to me again!'