"I have loved him a long while," she continued undismayed.

"I crave him--I loathe the man to whom I am wedded." "I sympathize with you," the brother hastened to assure her, "and, were it not for my marriage, I should urge you to leave him at once.

He's a cad--" "I'm not the sort of cad that permits another man to destroy his home," blurted Collins.
The others ignored his interruption.
"Lester," said the wife, "I shall leave this house to-day.

Regardless of your marriage, I shall apply for a divorce and marry Herbert Whitmore." The strained silence which followed was broken by Collins.

He arose and walked to the door.
"You'll never marry Whitmore," he said.