“It must have been difficult to explain to Robert,” I said.
“Oh, I never said a word to either of them. You see, we only came up to town the day before they had to go back to school. I had the presence of mind to say that their father had been called away on business.”
It could not have been very easy to be bright and careless with that sudden secret in her heart, nor to give her attention to all the things that needed doing to get her children comfortably packed off. Mrs. Strickland’s voice broke again.
“And what is to happen to them, poor darlings? How are we going to live?”
She struggled for self-control, and I saw her hands clench and unclench spasmodically. It was dreadfully painful.
“Of course I’ll go over to Paris if you think I can do any good, but you must tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
“I want him to come back.”
“I understood from Colonel MacAndrew that you’d made up your mind to divorce him.”
“I’ll never divorce him,” she answered with a sudden violence. “Tell him that from me. He’ll never be able to marry that woman. I’m as obstinate as he is, and I’ll never divorce him. I have to think of my children.”
I think she added this to explain her attitude to me, but I thought it was due to a very natural jealousy rather than to maternal solicitude.