“Shall I sit up with her?”
“No, thank you; she does not need company.”
“Mr. Bast, what kind of woman is your wife?”
Leonard blushed up to his eyes.
“You ought to know my ways by now. Does that question offend you?”
“No, oh no, Miss Schlegel, no.”
“Because I love honesty. Don’t pretend your marriage has been a happy one. You and she can have nothing in common.”
He did not deny it, but said shyly: “I suppose that’s pretty obvious; but Jacky never meant to do anybody any harm. When things went wrong, or I heard things, I used to think it was her fault, but, looking back, it’s more mine. I needn’t have married her, but as I have I must stick to her and keep her.”
“How long have you been married?”
“Nearly three years.”