She sprang to her feet and for the first time in her life her voice was
shrill.
"You are not going to kill him?"
"Oh, no. I am not going to kill him. There has been scandal enough
already. And I have no desire to kill him. He has behaved very well,
all things considered. I am almost as sorry for him as I am for
you--and myself! Do you know where he is?"
"He is probably dining at the Union Club--or he may be at his new
offices. They are somewhere on Commercial Street."
He went out and Madeleine sat staring at the door with wide eyes and
parted lips. She felt no inclination to tears, nor even to faint,
although her body could hardly have been colder in death. She felt
suspended in a vacuum, awaiting something more dreadful than even this
interview with her husband had been.