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FOR a moment he was silent. Then he took her hand again and pressed it gently.
“You know, darling,” he said, “whatever happens we must keep Dorothy out of this.”
She looked at him blankly.
“But I don’t understand. How can we?”
“Well, we can’t only think of ourselves in this world. You know, other things being equal, there’s nothing in the world I’d love more than to marry you. But it’s quite out of the question. I know Dorothy: nothing would induce her to divorce me.”
Kitty was becoming horribly frightened. She began to cry again. He got up and sat down beside her with his arm round her waist.
“Try not to upset yourself, darling. We must keep our heads.”
“I thought you loved me . . .”
“Of course I love you,” he said tenderly. “You surely can’t have any doubt of that now.”
“If she won’t divorce you Walter will make you co-respondent.”
He took an appreciable time to answer. His tone was dry.
“Of course that would ruin my career, but I’m afraid it wouldn’t do you much good. If the worst came to the worst I should make a clean breast of it to Dorothy; she’d be dreadfully hurt and wretched, but she’d forgive me.” He had an idea. “I’m not sure if the best plan wouldn’t be to make
