“Look here, Hal,” he said: “what should you do if your wife got tired of you?”
The expression on Halidome's face was a mixture of amusement and contempt.
“I don't mean anything personal, of course, but apply the situation to yourself.”
Halidome took out a toothpick, used it brusquely, and responded:
“I shouldn't stand any humbug—take her travelling; shake her mind up. She'd soon come round.”
“But suppose she really loathed you?”
Halidome cleared his throat; the idea was so obviously indecent. How could anybody loathe him? With great composure, however, regarding Shelton as if he were a forward but amusing child, he answered:
“There are a great many things to be taken into consideration.”
“It appears to me,” said Shelton, “to be a question of common pride. How can you, ask anything of a woman who doesn't want to give it.”
His friend's voice became judicial.