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 “Is it his idea to make me co-respondent?”

“At first it was. At last I managed to get him to consent to let me divorce him.”

“Oh, well, that’s not so terrible.” His manner relaxed again and she saw the relief in his eyes. “That seems to me a very good way out. After all, it’s the least a man can do, it’s the only decent thing.”

“But he makes a condition.”

He gave her an inquiring glance and he seemed to reflect.

“Of course I’m not a very rich man, but I’ll do anything in my power.”

Kitty was silent. Charlie was saying things which she would never have expected him to say. And they made it difficult for her to speak. She had expected to blurt it out in one breath, held in his loving arms, with her burning face hid on his breast.

“He agrees to my divorcing him if your wife will give him the assurance that she will divorce you.”

“Anything else?”

Kitty could hardly find her voice.

“And—it’s awfully hard to say, Charlie, it sounds dreadful—if you’ll promise to marry me within a week of the decrees being made absolute.”