I felt that I was not carrying out my embassy with any great skill. I was distinctly nettled.
“Hang it all, one can’t leave a woman without a bob.”
“Why not?”
“How is she going to live?”
“I’ve supported her for seventeen years. Why shouldn’t she support herself for a change?”
“She can’t.”
“Let her try.”
Of course there were many things I might have answered to this. I might have spoken of the economic position of woman, of the contract, tacit and overt, which a man accepts by his marriage, and of much else; but I felt that there was only one point which really signified.
“Don’t you care for her any more?”
“Not a bit,” he replied.