“I’m sure he’s quite convinced that you have become very wicked. Have you?”
“No. Strict monogamist.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“One wife at a time.”
Linda laughed at him. “You always were uncompromising.”
Her laughter grated on René. He had a revulsion of feeling against her. She was, he realized, and always had been, cynical.
At her gate she held his hand for a long time, and asked him if he would not come and see her again.
“I think not,” he said.
“I wish you would. We might be such friends. And you have become so interesting.”
“I think not,” he repeated. “Any friendship we might have would only be an——” He could not find the word and stopped rather foolishly. He could not move until he had found it. So they stood there hand in hand waiting in a ridiculous and empty silence.