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 “I shouldn’t have thought it needed more than average intelligence.”

“I’m not going, Walter. It’s monstrous to ask me.”

“Then I shall not go either. I shall immediately file my petition.”

HE looked at him blankly. What he said was so unexpected that at the first moment she could hardly gather its sense.

“What on earth are you talking about?” she faltered.

Even to herself her reply rang false, and she saw the look of disdain which it called forth on Walter’s stern face.

“I’m afraid you’ve thought me a bigger fool than I am.”

She did not quite know what to say. She was undecided whether indignantly to assert her innocence or to break out into angry reproaches. He seemed to read her thoughts.

“I’ve got all the proof necessary.”

She began to cry. The tears flowed from her eyes without any particular anguish and she did not dry them: to weep gave her a little time to collect herself. But her mind was blank. He watched her without concern, and his calmness frightened her. He grew impatient.

“You’re not going to do much good by crying, you know.”