“Of course it was his fault. He was of the old school, wanting happiness in his home, and he gave her probably too little love and still less cudgelling.”
Jenny smiled sadly:
“I know, Gunnar, that you believe life’s difficulties are easily solved.”
Heggen sat down astride on a chair with his arms on the back.
“There is so much of life that we don’t know anything about, that what we know is easy enough to manage. Have to make your aims and dreams accordingly, and tackle the unexpected as best you can.”
Jenny sat down in the sofa, resting her head in her hands:
“I can no longer feel that there is anything in life I am so sure about that I could make it a foundation for my judgment or the aim of my exertions,” she said placidly.
“I don’t think you mean it.”
She only smiled.