"I wonder what you will do," he had said, "if Joe flivvers!" "If he what ?" "Flivvers--drops back and makes money--turns to those other friends of his." "He won't do that." But her voice had been tense, for the intimate feeling in Dwight's tone had made her a bit uneasy.
"Well," he had told her in a low voice, "I'm a friend of Joe's, you know, and I don't propose to play the cad.

But if you and Joe ever should have a break--don't drop me, too.

Do you understand ?" She had hesitated a moment upon just how to answer.

Her heart had pounded rapidly.
"That isn't going to happen," she had told him gravely.
"Sure of that ?" "Yes, and you would be--if you understood me better." "How ?" "I'm in love with that husband of mine for life," she had informed him impressively.
"You're very old-fashioned," he had smiled.
"Not at all!" "Suppose I understand you better than you do yourself ?" She had glanced at him, seen the gleam in his eyes as he had drawn closer.

And then very suddenly she had found it hard to breathe.