"Yes, I don't know why Vincent said that," she observed reflectively.
"Unless he thought that nobody was ever going to know.... But I'm not
_quite_ so abandoned as that. I warned you all, I told you my old
married life was over; and I was free to start another. As for not
enlightening anybody, it's not my business to correct all the mistakes
people choose to make.... Now that you've been here, you can report
everything you've seen. _I'm_ not hiding anything, and you can say I'm
not ashamed of what I've done and I'm quite prepared for all the world
to know. He can divorce me as soon as he likes."
The discussion did not make me want to stay any longer in the house, and
I had to ask her to let me pass.
"You can tell him that," she added carelessly.
"I don't know that he contemplates divorcing you," I said. "He's never
mentioned the subject."
"But he'll have to. He can't go on being nominally married to me, when
I'm--well ..."
"Are you sure you don't mean that your own position will be a shade less
discreditable when Grayle marries you?" I asked. "Frankly, you haven't
been thinking of your husband very much, have you?"
She sighed impatiently.
"You will keep on speaking of him as my husband."
"He is."
"Until he divorces me."
"Unless he divorces you," I substituted.