“No.”
“Have you any complaint to make against her?”
“None.”
“Then, isn’t it monstrous to leave her in this fashion, after seventeen years of married life, without a fault to find with her?”
“Monstrous.”
I glanced at him with surprise. His cordial agreement with all I said cut the ground from under my feet. It made my position complicated, not to say ludicrous. I was prepared to be persuasive, touching, and hortatory, admonitory and expostulating, if need be vituperative even, indignant and sarcastic; but what the devil does a mentor do when the sinner makes no bones about confessing his sin? I had no experience, since my own practice has always been to deny everything.
“What, then?” asked Strickland.
I tried to curl my lip.
“Well, if you acknowledge that, there doesn’t seem much more to be said.”
“I don’t think there is.”