“You want to give up Paris, this house, your position here, for that? You’ve got Europe at your feet. You’ve only got to sit tight and every one in Paris will be on your side. Fifi will come back and be as good as gold. You’ll be able to do what you like with him after this.”
I stopped her.
“So you think I’d take Philibert back?”
“Yes, I do. We all do.”
“And begin again living together, after this?”
“Yep.”
“You don’t find it appalling even to think of—?”
“No, merely a little uncomfortable to begin with.”
“You take my breath away.”
She eyed me calmly. “My dear Jane, don’t be the high tragedian. All marriages are like that. How many women do we know, do you suppose, whose husbands haven’t had little vacations—?”