She stood up swiftly, facing him. "You shan't say such things to me, and I am not coming with you. I don't know what's going to happen, but that--I know----" She turned helplessly to Lambert. "Make him understand." Lambert took her hand and led her to the door. "Go to Betty," he said. "But make him understand," she pled. "Why did you marry him if you didn't love him?" Lambert asked. She turned and glanced at Dalrymple. "I was fond of him. I didn't quite realize. There's a difference--he must see that I've done an impossible thing, and I won't go on with it." They were at the door. Lambert led her through, returning immediately. George watched her go, blaming himself for her suffering. He had, indeed, dragged her from her high horse, but he had not realized he would bring her at once and starkly face to face with facts she had all along refused to recognize; yet, he was convinced from his long knowledge of her, she would not alter her decision, and he was happy, knowing that he had accomplished, after a fashion, what he had come here to do. "You're married," Lambert was saying dryly to Dalrymple. "The problem seems to be how to get you unmarried." "You shan't do that," Dalrymple cried, hotly. "You'll talk her around instead." "Scarcely a chance," Lambert answered, "and really I don't see why I should try. You've played a slippery trick. You may have had an understanding with Sylvia, but I am perfectly convinced that she wouldn't have let anything come of it if you hadn't caught her at a moment when she couldn't judge reasonably. So it's entirely up to her." "We'll see about it," Dalrymple said. "I have my side. You turn nasty. I turn nasty. You Planters want an annulment proceeding, or a public divorce with this rotter as co-respondent?" "Dolly! You don't know what you're saying." "I'll fight for my rights," Dalrymple persisted, sullenly. "See here," George put in, "I stayed to say one thing. Sylvia had nothing to do with what you saw. She couldn't help herself. Your crookedness, Dalrymple, made me forget everything except that----Never mind. Lambert understands. Maybe I was out of my head. Anyway, I didn't give her a chance. She had to suffer it. Is that quite clear?" Lambert smiled incredulously. "That'll sound well in court, too," Dalrymple threatened. "Drop that!" Lambert cried. "Think who you are; who Sylvia is." "My wife," Dalrymple came back. "I'll have her or I'll go to court." George started for the door. "Don't fret, Lambert," he advised. "Money will go a long way with him. If I might, I'd like to know what the two of you settle. I mean, if you want to keep it away from your father and mother, my money's available. I haven't much use for it any more----"