"It's a very odd thing for a man to do," he said coldly. "I mean a man being willing to give up his wife to another man." "Why shouldn't he? When he doesn't love her, and when she positively dislikes him! Nita never understood Jim Beath--she was always afraid of him, and of his sharp, clever tongue. Of course it's sad about their little boy. But they've made a very good arrangement--they're going to share him. Jim will have the child half the year, and Nita the other half, till he goes to school--when they will have him for alternate holidays." "You talk as if it was all settled!" Katty's visitor exclaimed crossly. "If they say as much to other people as they seem to do to you, they will never get their divorce--the King's Proctor is sure to intervene!" Katty gave a quick, curious look at her visitor. Godfrey went too far--sometimes. The thought flashed through her mind that she was wasting her life, her few remaining years of youth, on a man who would never be more to her than he was now, unless--unless, that is, she could bring him to the point of putting himself imaginatively, emotionally into Jim Beath's shoes. _Then_ everything might be changed. But was there any hope of such a thing coming to pass? But all she said, in a constrained tone, was, "Of course I ought not to have said anything of the matter to you at all. But I'm afraid, Godfrey, that I often do tell you things I ought to keep to myself. You must try and forget what I said." He was surprised, bewildered, by the sudden steely coldness of her tone. "Of course you can say anything you like to say to me. Why, Katty, I tell you all my secrets!" "Do you?" She glanced over at him rather sharply. "I don't think you tell me _all_ your secrets, Godfrey." He looked at her puzzled. "You _know_ that I do," he said in a low voice. "Come, Katty, you're not being fair! It's because I have such a high regard for you, that I feel sorry when you talk as you've been talking just now--as if, after all, the marriage bond didn't matter." But even as he said these words, Godfrey Pavely felt a wild impulse to throw over the pretty little gimcrack tea-table, take Katty in his arms, and kiss her, kiss her, kiss her! He came back, with an inward start, to hear her exclaim, "I don't consider the peculiar relations which exist between Nita and Jim Beath a marriage at all! They have nothing in common the one with the other. What interests him doesn't interest her----" She waited a moment, saw that he was reddening uncomfortably, and then hurried on, driven by some sudden instinct that she was at last playing on the hidden chord she had so often longed to find and strike in Godfrey Pavely's sore heart: "Nita can't bear Jim to touch her--she will hardly shake hands with him! Do you call _that_ a marriage?" As he remained silent, she suddenly said in a voice so low as to be almost a whisper, "Forgive me, Godfrey. I--I ought not have said that to you."