She had undertaken a second honeymoon, and what a delusion, what a folly, that had proven to be! Never since meeting him had she felt more separated from her husband than she did now.
The first night Max had stayed out, the night of the storm, when she had refused him, she had been certain that he had gone to Leslie, but she had fought against the conclusion.
The second night, she had ceased to fight. Max was giving the love that rightfully was Doris' to that damned witch.
Now, tonight, he would be with her again. They were together all the time. Leslie Stanton appeared to be a very alluring dame and Max had a strong drive quite likely the two of them did little other than stay in bed.
Once the thought and the images which the idea brought to mind would have driven Doris mad with jealo
