And yet,
even after Rose had left him, for no reason at all, Freddy ..."
"You're just guessing at all that, you know," her husband interrupted
quietly. "You don't _know_ a single thing about it."
"Well, what reason _could_ Rose have for leaving him?" she flashed back.
"Hasn't Rodney been perfectly crazy about her ever since he married her?
Has he ever _seen_ another woman the last two years? Or maybe you think
he's been coming home drunk and beating her with a trunk-strap."
But John stuck to his guns. "You don't even know she's left him. The
only thing you do know is that Bella Forrester met Frederica one day,
about a week before Christmas, in the railway station at Los Angeles."
"Well, can you tell me any other reason," Violet demanded, "why Freddy
should dash off alone to California, right in the middle of the holiday
rush, without saying a word to anybody, and be back here in just a week;
and not tell even _me_ what she'd been doing, or where she'd been, so
that if Bella hadn't written to me, I'd never have known about it at
all? Is there any way of explaining that, except by supposing that Rose
had quarreled with Rodney and left him and that Freddy was trying to get
her to come back?"
Neither of the men could offer, on the spur of the moment, the
alternative explanation she demanded.
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