Come on."
"One moment, then," nodded Selwyn; "I want to speak to Mrs. Ruthven."
And, quietly turning to Alixe, and dropping his voice to a tone too low
for Neergard to hear--for he was plainly attempting to listen:
"You are making a mistake; do you understand? Whoever is your
hostess--wherever you are staying--find her and go there before it is
too late."
She inclined her pretty head thoughtfully, eyes on the wine-glass which
she was turning round and round between her slender fingers. "What do
you mean by 'too late'?" she asked. "Don't you know that everything is
too late for me now?"
"What do _you_ mean, Alixe?" he returned, watching her intently.
"What I say. I have not seen Jack Ruthven for two months. Do you know
what that means? I have not heard from him for two months. Do you know
what _that_ means? No? Well, I'll tell you, Philip; it means that when I
do hear from him it will be through his attorneys."
He turned slightly paler: "Why"?"
"Divorce," she said with a reckless little laugh--"and the end of things
for me.
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