Tonight, my husband, having kept me waiting three hours while he dined with her in Soho, brought her back to the house, announcing that he had engaged her as his secretary." "Damn the fellow!" Wingate muttered.
"Naturally," she continued, "I declined to sleep under the same roof.

The woman remained--and here am I." "You are here," he repeated.

"Thank God for that!" "It was perhaps imprudent of me," she sighed, "to choose this hotel, but I had a curious feeling of weakness.

I felt that I must see some one to whom I could tell what had happened--some friend--before I slept.

Perhaps my nerves are going.