"Yes, but how about Bartie?"
"That's it. Supposing we separated."
"Good Heavens, you're not contemplating that, are you?"
"I'm not contemplating anything. But Bartie isn't very easy to live with, is he?"
"No, he's not. He never was. All the same--"
Bartie was impossible. Between the diseases he had and thought he hadn't and the diseases he hadn't and thought he had, he made life miserable for himself and other people. He was a jealous egoist; he had the morbid coldness of the neurotic, and Vera was passionate. She ought never to have married him. All the same--"
"All the same I shall stick to Bartie as long as it's possible. And as long as it's possible Bartie'll stick to me. But, if anything happens I want you to promise that you'll take Ronny."
"You must get Frances to promise."
"She'll do anything you ask her to, Anthony."
When Frances came into the room again Vera was crying.