Lulu spoke her exceeding triumph.
"You see, Dwight," she said, "he told the truth. He had another wife. He didn't just leave me."
Dwight instantly cried: "But this seems to me to make you considerably worse off than if he had."
"Oh, no," Lulu said serenely. "No. Why," she said, "you know how it all came about. He—he was used to thinking of his wife as dead. If he hadn't—hadn't liked me, he wouldn't have told me. You see that, don't you?"
Dwight laughed. "That your apology?" he asked.
She said nothing.
"Look here, Lulu," he went on, "this is a bad business. The less you say about it the better, for all our sakes—you see that, don't you?"
"See that? Why, no. I wanted you to write to him so I could tell the truth. You said I mustn't tell the truth till I had the proofs ..."
"Tell who?"
"Tell everybody. I want them to know."