“You, also, have divorce,” said the girl, smiling.
“Do you?”
“It is beastly to live together where love does not exist. People who believe as they do––as I do––merely separate.”
“And contract another alliance if they wish?”
“Do not your divorcees remarry if they wish?”
“What becomes of the children?” he demanded sullenly.
“What becomes of them when your courts divorce their parents?”
“I see. It’s all a parody on lawful regularity.”
“I’m sorry you speak of it that way–––”
The girl’s face flushed and she extended her hand toward her wine glass.