She laughed, she raced Hooligan almost to the point of abuse, she chattered about everything under the sun that came into her mind, except their own personal affairs or anything that could possibly lead up to the subject.
Ford, for a time, watched for an opening honestly; saw at last the impossibility of telling her--unless indeed he shouted, "Say, I'm a married man!" to her without preface or extenuating explanation--and yielded finally to the reprieve the fates sent him..