A grim smile sketched itself upon Anne’s lips. Alexis’ temper she had borne with before. But his ingratitude was new, and wounded.
“If I’m not necessary to you, perhaps it is just as well that we are separating so soon!”
“So I was right, after all!” he exclaimed with a certain tragic satisfaction.
She determined to punish him.
“Perhaps, who knows? Life with Vittorio would at least be peaceful. He is neither temperamental nor a genius. Just a mere man who believes in me. His bruised feelings wouldn’t have to be perpetually coddled!”
“If that is the way you feel about me, Anne, I had better go!” Beads of moisture about his temples, Alexis made for the door.
She followed him, and drew him back into the room.
“Don’t be silly, dearest. You know I don’t want you to go!”
He wheeled in her arms, and kissed her with tragic passion. His face was wet with tears.
“Oh, Anne, if I should lose you!”