Benyon listened, but he went on as if he had not heard her. "What I came to say to you is this: that I should like your consent to my bringing a suit for divorce against you."
"A suit for divorce? I never thought of that."
"So that I may marry another woman. I can easily obtain a divorce on the ground of your desertion."
She stared a moment, then her smile solidified, as it were, and she looked grave; but he could see that her gravity, with her lifted eyebrows, was partly assumed. "Ah, you want to marry another woman!" she exclaimed, slowly, thoughtfully. He said nothing, and she went on: "Why don't you do as I have done?"
"Because I don't want my children to be—"
Before he could say the words she sprang up, checking him with a cry. "Don't say it; it is n't necessary! Of course I know what you mean; but they won't be if no one knows it."
"I should object to knowing it myself; it's enough for me to know it of yours."
"Of course I have been prepared for your saying that."
"I should hope so!" Benyon exclaimed. "You may be a bigamist if it suits you, but to me the idea is not attractive. I wish to marry—" and, hesitating a moment, with his slight stammer, he repeated, "I wish to marry—"
"Marry, then, and have done with it!" cried Mrs. Roy.
