“As much as she took anything else.”
He stood grinning fixedly. Then he broke into a short laugh.
“Good for her” he exclaimed cryptically.
And then he laughed aloud once more, evidently feeling he had won a big move in his contest with his wife.
“What about the other woman?” I asked.
“Who?”
“Élise.”
“Oh”—he shifted uneasily—“she was all right—”
“You’ll be getting back to her,” I said.
He looked at me. Then he made a grimace with his mouth.