He was quite indifferent to her, she knew! And in her passionate pain and bitterness she almost wished for his hatred. Anything, anything rather than this terrible feeling that she was nothing at all in his life!
Young Atkins joined them almost immediately and attached himself to Marie.
36 "We're going to bathe presently." he said. "You'll come, too, won't you?"
Marie looked at her husband, but he was talking to someone else, and she answered hurriedly.
"Oh, yes, I'll come, of course! What time are you going?"
"We generally go about half-past ten—before the crowd gets down. We'll take a boat out if you're sure you can swim."
She laughed. "Why, of course, I can!"
"Let your breakfast settle first, my boy," said Feathers, looking up from his newspaper. "There's no hurry, is there?"
"Oh, shut up!" said young Atkins lightly. "You're always such an old croaker."
At half-past ten he sought Marie out again.