“Yes—as all that. How many wives and husbands are lovers after they’ve been married ten years?”
“Never tried to count.”
“How many then would choose one another again if they could begin afresh?”
“Begin afresh, with full knowledge of everything that was to happen?”
“Yes.”
“Not many.”
“Then, who are we to judge? We should just be thankful for ourselves and sorry for——”
“But it’s the children I’m thinking of—children who aren’t wanted, begotten by parents who don’t want one another.”
The silence was broken by Nan. “Perhaps, Jehane was a child like that. I’ve often thought it. She’s always been so hungry—hungry for affection.”
“Hungry—but jealous. She doesn’t go the right way to work to get it.”