I
believe he’s divorced. You may go back, Marthe. He
had the appearance of a man who has known no rest for many nights. ”
“An appetite like yours,” he said resignedly, “is fatal to all sentiment. “Here goes for the new life!”
“Here goes for the new life,” he echoed and stood up. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a
greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the
Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains,
and openly despised golf. ***
From the corner of her eye, Melusine saw Gerald move towards her and she
turned to confront him, the confused turmoil in her mind causing her chest to
tighten unbearably. She had come to despise those who were fertile
out of pure jealousy, but could not admit it to herself. She turned to Martha as the lad exited by the back door, but her nurse
forestalled anything she might have said. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. He,
however, made no remark at the time, but instantly prepared to set out. ’
She tried to shake his hands off her wrists, but Gerald held them fast and
tutted at her. He changed his mind however, and
simply motioned to her to proceed.
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