Artistic temperament—thats what they call it, and they're probably right. Only artistic temperament would scribble phebe numbers on the back of a passionate love letter and leave the thing lying in an open drawer. But her husband was safely in. New York, so there was no danger. The maid knew—that was plain enough. That was why she looked so startled. when he came in.
She could do this to him, who had never even looked at another woman since he'd been married. And her letters, pretending to miss him so—when all the time she was—It was pretty tough—but he was a man and could take it. He didn't have to stay and be made a fool. His bag wasn't even unpacked and the plane left in a few hours.
There was something else in the arawer—his revolver, which he had insisted should be there when he was away. He reached for it; then drew back. Why be melodramatic? He, at least, would not "go Hollywood." 1 an actress needed more emotional excitement than one man could supply, why should he object? He should have thought of that when he married her.
He had himself under perfect control The thing to do was to find her at the studio, hand her the letter without a word, and then quietly tell her he was leaving and that when she wanted a divorce it was quite O. K. by him. No melodrama. He hated melodrama. He was sure he could get into the studio. Miss Dale's Ihusband—He laughed ironically and started.
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