“My happiness? I don’t understand you!”
She continued to smile blandly. “I think I can show you a way out of your marriage.”
“How?” His scornful eyes were incredulous.
Mme. Petrovskey smoothed her silken lap, as a cat smoothes its fur. “There is a man in Claire’s life, Alexis.”
“I don’t believe you!”
She nodded ponderously. “She is out with him now.”
“Oh, you mean the doctor?” There was comical relief in his voice. “What harm is there in that?”
“Much harm could be construed from it. Besides, the man is in love with her.”
Alexis stared. The idea of any one being in love with Claire seemed both preposterous and impertinent.
“What makes you think so?”