"None."
Desboro rose and stood with his hand across his forehead, as though it ached.
"'Jacqueline—my wife—is the result of a different training'"
"You and Elena and I are products of the same kind of civilisation. Jacqueline—my wife—is the result of a different training in a very different civilisation."
"And the rottenness of ours is making her ill."
Desboro nodded. After a moment he stirred restlessly.
"Well," he said, "I must go to the office. I haven't been there yet."