“There is something in the newspaper,” she said, “which you don’t want me to read.”
He denied it—but he still kept the newspaper in his own possession. Her voice sank low; her face turned paler still.
“Is it all over?” she asked. “And is it put in the newspaper?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean the Divorce.”
He went back again to the window and looked out. It was the easiest excuse that he could devise for keeping his face turned away from her. She followed him.
“I don’t want to read it, Herbert. I only ask you to tell me if you are a free man again.”
Quiet as it was, her tone left him no alternative but to treat her brutally or to reply. Still looking out at the street, he said “Yes.”
“Free to marry, if you like?” she persisted.
He said “Yes” once more—and kept his face steadily turned away from her. She waited a while. He neither moved nor spoke.