“It isn’t awful at all. It’s very silly of them to be angry with each other.”
“But divorce. . . . It’s wicked.”
“Nonsense. It may be necessary. It often is. . . . She’ll want a good deal of sympathy.”
“She doesn’t deserve any.”
“How absurd you screwed-up people are! You don’t give sympathy because people deserve it, but because they need it.”
Mary pondered that for a moment or two. Then she asked:
“What did you say I was?”
“Screwed-up.”
Mary said nothing.
“We’d better burn this,” said Serge. “We shall have to be discreet. Letters nearly always convey wrong impressions.”