“Home to my husband.”
“And you expect me to say yes to that?”
She raised her troubled eyes to his. “What else is there? I can’t stay here and lie to the people who’ve been good to me.”
“But that’s the very reason why I ask you to come away!”
“And destroy their lives, when they’ve helped me to remake mine?”
Archer sprang to his feet and stood looking down on her in inarticulate despair. It would have been easy to say: “Yes, come; come once.” He knew the power she would put in his hands if she consented; there would be no difficulty then in persuading her not to go back to her husband.
But something silenced the word on his lips. A sort of passionate honesty in her made it inconceivable that he should try to draw her into that familiar trap. “If I were to let her come,” he said to himself, “I should