"Yes," said I, all unthinking.
"Then we'll do it Friday," she said.
"We'll do what?" I asked, coming back to her.
For once I felt rebellious, and showed it, whereat she smiled.
"Supper after the theater at Cherry's."
"Oh, well, I don't mind that," I volunteered.
"With 'Boiler-plate' Hartopp," she added.
The searchlight dawned upon me. It swung around the room once or twice, and that was enough.
I knew in the flood of sudden illumination that the girl had planned this thing in advance, with the daring of despair-and a wife's despair, a very young wife's despair, is a more desperate thing than the anger of any other woman. Natica had planned it all in advance; had figured it, and the chances of it. And in the balance she had confidently thrown the asset of my assisting her.
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