Such cool, dumbfounding impudence! Then curiosity began to stir.

Instinct warned her, incoherently, for all her faculties were too demoralized to be articulate, that this was no place for her.

But those two persons in there--her son, and this daughter-in-law who had burst out of a fair cloud upon her--a daughter-in-law whom she would never recognize--what were they doing?
Cautiously, ever so cautiously, she pushed open the pantry door till there was a slight crack giving into the other room.
Jack had his arms about Mary's shoulders.
"Well, little lady," she heard him ask with tremulous fondness--the young fool!--"What do you think of our honeymoon ?" "I think, sir, that it's something scandalous!" (Not such an unpleasant voice--but then!) "U'm! Has the fact occurred to you"-- very solemnly--"that you haven't kissed me since we have been in this room ?" "Was it written in the bond that I had to kiss you in every room ?" "No matter about the bond.

A kiss or a divorce.

Take your choice." "It isn't worth divorcing you, since you may be too poor to pay alimony.