"Going along with us? What do you mean, Johnnie Green?"
He told her his story, not at all cheerfully. His bold plan looked very different now from what it had two days before.
Already the chant of the wheels had begun. The train was in the sub-Hudson darkness of the tunnel.
Kitty rose with decision. "Well, of all the foolishness I ever heard, Johnnie, this is the limit. I'm going right to that poor girl. You've spoiled everything between you. She'll hate Mr. Lindsay for the rest of her life. How could he be so stupid?"
Her husband followed her, crestfallen. He wanted to weep with chagrin.
Beatrice opened the door of the stateroom. She had taken off her hat and Clay was hanging it on a hook.
"Come in," she said cordially, but faintly.
Kitty did not quite understand. The atmosphere was less electric than she had expected. She stopped, taken aback at certain impressions that began to register themselves on her brain.
"Johnnie was tellin' me—"
"About how he abducted me. Yes. Wasn't it dear of him?"