I don’t know why I asked for that. It was very ingenuous of me.
“On my word of honour.”
“Then, what in God’s name have you left her for?”
“I want to paint.”
I looked at him for quite a long time. I did not understand. I thought he was mad. It must be remembered that I was very young, and I looked upon him as a middle-aged man. I forgot everything but my own amazement.
“But you’re forty.”
“That’s what made me think it was high time to begin.”
“Have you ever painted?”
“I rather wanted to be a painter when I was a boy, but my father made me go into business because he said there was no money in art. I began to paint a bit a year ago. For the last year I’ve been going to some classes at night.”
“Was that where you went when Mrs. Strickland thought you were playing bridge at your club?”