I tried to think of all the sane and
commonplace things in life. Somewhere in my inner
consciousness a cool little voice was saying, over and
over again:
"Now, Dawn, careful! You've come to the crossroads at
last. Right or left? Choose! Now, Dawn, careful!" and
the rest of it all over again.
When I lifted my face from my hands at last it was to
meet the tenderness of Von Gerhard's gaze with scarcely
a tremor.
"You ought to know," I said, very slowly and evenly,
"that a divorce, under these circumstances, is almost
impossible, even if I wished to do what you suggest.
There are certain state laws--"
An exclamation of impatience broke from him. "Laws!
In some states, yes. In others, no. It is a mere
technicality--a trifle! There is about it a bit of that
which you call red tape. It amounts to nothing--to
that!" He snapped his fingers. "A few months' residence
in another state, perhaps. These American laws, they are
made to break."
"Yes; you are quite right," I said, and I knew in my
heart that the cool, insistent little voice within had
not spoken in vain. "But there are other laws--laws of
honor and decency, and right living and conscience--that
cannot be broken with such ease.
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