"I suppose I could get a divorce?" Jack asked, savagely.
"No doubt of it, but—"
"But you wouldn't advise me to do it. No, you're right. I couldn't stand the publicity and disgrace."
"I would like to choke her," muttered Jimmie.
"I had a talk with her on the way to town," said Nevill. "She has been in London for a month, and knew your address all the time, but did not wish to see you. Now she is hard up, and that is why she made herself known to you to-night."
"What became of the scoundrel she ran away with? Did he desert her?"
"Yes," Nevill answered, after a brief hesitation.
"Do you know who he was?"
"She intimated that he was a French Count. I believe she has had several others since, and the last one left her stranded."
"She wants money, then?"