And as for leaving you and going on
tour"--laughingly--"the latter half of the paragraph should serve as a
warning to me not to think of such a thing!"
To her surprise Max did not laugh with her. Instead, he answered
coldly:--
"I hope you have more sense than to pay attention to what any damned
newspaper may have to say about me--or about Miss de Gervais either."
"Why, Max,--Max--"
Diana stared at him in dismay, flushing a little. It was the first time
he had spoken harshly to her since their marriage.
In an instant he had caught her in his arms, passionately repentant.
"Dearest, forgive me! It was only--only that you are bound to read such
things, and it angered me for a moment. Miss de Gervais and I see too
much of each other to escape all comment."
Diana withdrew herself slowly from his arms.
"And--and must you see so much of her now? Now that we are married?" she
asked, rather wistfully.
"Why, of course. We have so many professional matters to discuss. You
must be prepared for that, Diana. When we begin rehearsing 'Mrs.
Fleming's Husband,' I shall be down at the theatre every day."
"Oh, yes, at the theatre. But--but you go to see Adrienne rather often
now, don't you? And the rehearsals haven't begun yet."
Max hesitated a moment. Then he said quietly:--
"Dear, you must learn not to be jealous of my work. There are
always--many things--that I have to discuss with Miss de Gervais.
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