“What is your angle?”
“I don’t know just yet, but I think I know.”
“What?”
“Don’t you see? Philip would have forgiven you. He’d have insisted that it wasn’t your fault, that you go ahead and get a divorce and his marriage with you would merely be postponed.”
“I don’t think Philip could ever have forgiven me for not having told him about my first marriage.”
“I think so.”
“Well, I don’t, and I know him better than you.”
“His father knows him pretty well,” I said, “and his father thought so.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because his father used the opportunity to get you out of the picture, and to have you do something for which Philip never would forgive you. Don’t you see? If you ever came back to Philip and tried to explain to him you’d be sunk. Philip could never forget the suffering he’d experienced when you disappeared under such circumstances that he didn’t know and couldn’t know what had happened to you. He’s been tortured by thoughts that perhaps you’d been abducted and were in some danger. That — I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to start you crying again, but I just want you to understand.”