"Very well—I am," she answered doggedly, "and I have no sympathy to spare for you."
"Pray, why not? Eve always thought you so broad, and so bright, almost like an American girl. Certainly the American climate is favourable to intellectual vivacity."
"Intellect has nothing to do with the present case," said Angel sharply, "and no American girl would support your views."
"I'm not so sure of that, Mrs. Gascoigne. It is easy to get a divorce in the States—they are sensible people; why should a man and woman who are totally discordant be compelled to live together in misery all their lives? It's worse than penal servitude—what is there to bind them?"
"Their vows," she answered gravely.
Lindsay shrugged his shoulders, and gave a queer little laugh.
"I am so glad you are going away," said Angel, with undeniable rudeness.
"Yes, and so am I," he answered imperturbably, "if I do not go alone."
"Of course, you will go alone."
"Why of course? Why should not Elinor accompany me?" he asked, dropping his voice.