I said I didn't suppose either of us thought anything, except that since she was going up to town with the idea of leaving her husband, it was not desirable that she should go up with Charlie Thesiger.
"Who could possibly have supposed," she said, "that Charlie would be such an ass?"
I said I for one could.
"Oh, you—haven't I told you you're always supposing things?"
"Surely?" I said, "you must have seen—yourself—"
She smiled. "My dear—I couldn't see anything but poor Jimmy."
"And yet," I said, "you could think of leaving him?"
She moaned. "You fool—you fool—that's why I'm thinking of it."
She pressed her hands to her eyes as if she shut back the sight of him.
"You aren't thinking of it," I said. "You haven't left him. You've only been for a good long walk to Fittleworth, and we've come to fetch you back in the car."