“No.”
“That too, is just as I thought.”
“You wouldn’t mind that, I suppose?”
“Mind it? How should I? How would it concern me?”
I was a little taken aback. “It only matters then what I seem to do, not what I really do?”
She smiled, rather sarcastically, I thought. “Put it that way if you like, my child.”
“But, belle-mère, don’t you really understand at all, that I am trying to be happy and keep my self-respect?”
She eyed me a moment strangely, then dropped her head.
“We will never understand each other,” she said at last. “We won’t discuss things any more. It leads to nothing.”