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"Witla's married!" he exclaimed, bursting into her room, and for the moment Miriam lost her self-possession sufficiently to reply almost dramatically: "Richard Wheeler, what are you talking about! You don't mean that, do you?" "He's married," insisted Wheeler, "and he's living down in Washington Square, 61 is the number. He has the cutest yellow-haired wife you ever saw."
Witla was quite nice and young. "Ma-ma," she said, "did you look out of the window at Mr. Witla's?" "Yes, my dear!" "Wasn't that a beautiful view?" "Charming." "I should think you might like to live on the Drive sometime, ma-ma." "We may sometime." Mrs. Dale fell to musing. Certainly Eugene was an attractive man young, brilliant, able. What a mistake all the young men made, marrying so early.
He is weak, but he will not follow where he is not led, and no girl need be tempted unless she wants to." "Suzanne is so young," again pleaded Mrs. Dale. "Well, I'm sure if she knew Mr. Witla's record accurately," went on Angela foolishly, "she wouldn't want him. I have written her. She ought to know. He isn't honest and he isn't moral as this thing shows.
She expressed this thought to her mother once who answered in an impassioned plea for her to look at the facts. "How many evil women of the kind and character you would like to make of yourself, do you know? How many would you like to know? How many do you suppose there are in good society? Look at this situation from Mrs. Witla's point of view. How would you like to be in her place?
I don't want you to leave her. If we could just arrange some way. It's mama, you know." She swung his hand softly in hers, pressing his fingers. She was deep in thought, for her mother presented a real problem. "You know," she went on, "mama isn't narrow. She doesn't believe much in marriage unless it's ideal. Mrs. Witla's condition wouldn't make so much difference if only the child were here.
But there was just a vague hint of something in the air that Angela was a little hard and selfish, on Mrs. Witla's part; that Mrs. Witla was just the least bit secretive, or shy or distant from Angela's point of view. All was serene and lovely on the surface, however, with many won't-you-let-me's and please-do-now's on both sides. Mrs.
Her own husband had charged her with infidelity more than once, and she had been threatened with physical violence by him. Her face was pale but calm. "Now, Carlotta," observed her mother vigorously, "I saw what was going on yesterday morning when I came home. You were in Mr. Witla's room with your clothes off. I saw you come out. Please don't deny it. I saw you come out.
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