Oh, to be able to think clearly! Use a little common sense! "Just a minute!" she gasped.

"You'll see in a minute--" "I see a good deal! It's right in your eyes! What are you looking so scared about! And what did she say about my being old! I am old--and you're young, young! And a beauty--just the kind for Dwight! Don't I know of his love affairs?
Wasn't he at it way back in Paris?
Hasn't he been--ever since ?" "Be careful, Joe," she cried angrily.

But in his condition, nerves on edge, he paid no heed and went rapidly on: "I'm just a business man! And you've made me feel your contempt for all that! And he's a musician, he's different--he has exactly what you want! So you went to his studio twice a week--for months and months--without letting me know--although he was a friend of mine! And you went to the Ritz and the opera! And then I brought him here to dine! God, how you two must have smiled at each other--when I wasn't looking!" "Joe! Joe!" "You lied to me, didn't you, when he came! You say you'll explain it in a word! Well, what's the word?
I'm waiting!" "There isn't any!" Her face was white.

"I don't care to explain to you now!" she cried.

He looked at her.