“You know, madame,” said Philip, dolefully, “whether I had or had not a very great dislike to getting married.”
“Now, indeed, you alarm me. You have some serious cause of complaint against Madame.”
“I do not precisely say it is serious.”
“In that case, then, throw aside your doleful looks. If you show yourself to others in your present state, people will take you for a very unhappy husband.”
“The fact is,” replied Philip, “I am not altogether satisfied as a husband, and I shall not be sorry if others know it.”
“For shame, Philip.”
“Well, then, madame, I will tell you frankly that I do not understand the life I am required to lead.”
“Explain yourself.”
“My wife does not seem to belong to me; she is always leaving me for some reason or another. In the mornings there are visits, correspondences, and toilettes; in the evenings, balls and concerts.”
“You are jealous, Philip.”