"I did not know," she said hurriedly, rushing at the hardest to be said,--"that night--that you were married!" "I understood that." The court officer returned, announcing his automobile, and they passed out. They had said nothing, and yet everything had been said. "Where do you want to go?" he said, smiling. "Anywhere!" He hesitated, and then gave her address. "We've got to have a frank talk," he said lightly; "then we can run up somewhere for dinner--to celebrate. Did you notice Riley, my special? He's a great character!" "Funny mouth; does it ever stop grinning?" she said, joyfully, wonderfully, perfectly happy. She leaned to him, whispering in his ear: "Was he shocked at my coming?" He was about to answer indiscreetly, but caught himself. "Riley? No; he's quite a man of the world!" The sunlight and the frosty December air restored his clarity of thought. He would have the plainest of conversations with her. If they could go on as free comrades, well and good. Perhaps even a certain intimacy were better; it might serve to readjust certain illusions that lingered in the memory. He glanced at her sidewise, physically comforted at the delicacy of her profile, the light airy youth that hung about her, intangible as a perfume. He had known ten, twenty women more beautiful than Dodo, more stimulating mentally, with an elegance that she did not possess. It was impossible that this child, enticing and gay as she was, could really have stirred him to uncontrollable emotions! With these thoughts running through his mind, his confidence returned; he even began to wonder at his former fear, holding it ridiculous. If she were foolishly resolved in the conviction of a great passion, he was clever enough subtly to undeceive her, to regulate their relations and keep them within the safe limits of a confidential flirtation. Pursuing this idea, he said nonchalantly, as they entered her room: "Do you know, young mischief, that you have a great deal to answer for? Sassoon and Harrigan Blood are at each other's throats. Blood's been caught in the market, and is hammering the Sassoon interests like a wild one. What have you been doing with them all this time?" "How false that all sounds!" she said abruptly. Disconcerted, he changed his tactics, saying seriously: "Dodo, you are a very combustible sort of person. Do you realize the danger of what we are doing?" She shrugged her shoulders impatiently, going directly to the issue: "Tell me about yourself--about your real self: your home, your wife! I must know!" "I don't wish to talk about others," he said, irritated in his sense of delicacy. "But I do!" she said passionately. "I saw her. There can be nothing between you--and her!" He made an imperative gesture, checking himself immediately, saying with more restraint: "There is nothing between us. Dodo, there are some things I don't think you quite understand. Whatever may exist, I can not discuss Mrs. Massingale with others!"