He never would have left her to long hours of idleness, with only books for
companions (and Alexina cared little for novels lacking in psychology, or
in revelations of the many phases of life of which she was personally so
ignorant); and only his own companionship evening after evening.
But he had known all the Alexina he was ever to know. Such flashing
glimpses as he was destined to have later so bewildered him that he reacted
obstinately to his original estimate of her,...just a child under the
influence of her family or some of those friends of hers who had always
hated him...erratic and irresponsible like all women...a man never could
understand women because there was nothing to understand...merely a bundle
of contradictions....
In some ways his mental equipment was an enviable one.
VI
Some of all this Alexina guessed, and although she was nettled at times
that he took no note of her maturing mind and character, she was, on the
whole, more amused.
Indulgent by nature, and somewhat indolent, she had been more than willing
that Morty should enjoy his new authority, should even delude himself that
he was footing all the bills, poor dear; and she listened raptly to his
evening visions of their future life in Burlingame, alternated with visits
to New York and England, the while she puzzled over the intricacies of some
character portrayed by a master analyst.
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