“Did he talk about astronomy?”
“No—that is yes—only to say that he’d given it up and art is his latest fad.”
“Take care you don’t fall in love with him, he’s very fascinating,” said Gloria, smiling.
“I know—why did you divorce him?”
“How should I know?” Gloria frowned impatiently. “Oh, because he was quite impossible—as a husband. All men are.”
“I’ll take your book to the bank now. I’ve missed my morning class anyway,” said Ruth rising. The weight of all the things she knew and guessed, and did not know, was pressing heavily on her and she longed for some one to whom she could tell everything and get advice. Obviously her temperamental aunt was not the one.
At the door she paused again, making one last effort to simplify her problem.
“Why don’t you discharge George anyway and get another woman? I’m sure he must be very expensive.”
“You don’t like George, do you?”
“No, I don’t. He’s not like any nigger I ever saw before. Where did he come from anyway?”