"I see," she responded, slowly. "It's not considered quite so bad."
"Oh, not half so bad. One expects an American woman to be divorced—or something."
She couldn't be annoyed with him because he was so honest and ingenuous. She merely said, "So they'd think me the rule rather than the exception."
"They'd just think you were American, and let it go at that. Besides," he continued, earnestly, "when a woman's only been married in America—"
"She's been hardly married at all. Is that what they'd think in England?"
"Well, if they'd ever seen the chap around—But when they haven't, you know—"
"They can't believe in him."
"Oh, I don't say that. But—well, they wouldn't think anything about him."
She shifted her ground slightly. "But you'd think about him, wouldn't you?"
"Me? Why should I?"