“How?”
“Why, he fell in love with this other woman—”
“His wife, you mean?”
“Yes. Imagine it! Men are so fickle.”
“Do you know that you really shock me?”
“It’s better to appreciate the way things are.”
“It isn’t the way things are among decent normal human beings.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Oh, I imagine it is,” she said, “only they’re not honest enough to admit it.”
He continued to stare at her and, strangely enough, she had never seemed to him more beautiful.
“And do you mean to tell me,” he said, “that people who have the standards that you describe will attach the slightest importance to an innocent little adventure like this of ours?”