“And we needn’t be here.”
“Not then.”
“Would it take long?”
I reflected. “Let me see—if you begin action say within a month, the divorce would take— I could have it pushed through in another month or so, and then—by next fall you’d be free.”
“But doesn’t one have to have grounds for divorce, beside not wanting to be married?”
“All that easily arranges itself,” said I.
She lapsed into a deep study, I furtively watching her. I saw an expression of fright, at the daring of her thoughts, gather—fright, yet fascination, too. Said she in a low voice: “Godfrey, are you serious?”
“Entirely so,” was my careless reply. “Aren’t you?”
“I don’t know whether I am or not.... I am wretched here!”
“All you have to do is to say the word. We don’t in the least need each other, and mutual need is the only respectable excuse for marriage. And I must tell you, I’ll not stand for any more of this social nonsense that compels me to participate. I’m done.”