“Virgil.”
A lapping noise in the bathroom was suspended.
“Yes, darling.”
“George Fulke says I’ve blighted his life.”
“So you have,” said Virgil.
“By not going to Dinard,” added Sarah.
“Serve him right,” said Virgil.
“He says he quite understood that ours was a marriage of convenience.”
“So it was,” said Virgil. “Great convenience.”
“But what shall I do?” said Sarah. “He says that his heart is ‘aching for a vivid, stimulating personality to fill the emptiness of life.’ ”