Gora nodded.
"They meant more than they said. And merely because they are men of the
world, not because they like and trust Morty any the less."
Alexina did not hear her. She was staring hard at the floor....A year
ago...three months ago...she couldn't have done this thing. She had been
still under the illusion that she loved her husband, that her marriage was
a complete success. She would have sacrificed her last penny rather than
hurt his feelings. Now she only cared that she didn't care....She had
admitted to herself that she did not love her husband but that was
different from committing an overt act that proved it....She felt something
crumbling within her....It was the last of the fairy edifice of her
romance...of her first, her real, youth....What was to take its place?
The future smugly secure on six thousand a year and an inviolate social
position...a good dull husband...not even the prospect of travel....
V
She sprang to her feet and turned away her head.
"Why don't you come and live with us?" she asked abruptly. "Why should you
keep this on? There are so many vacant bedrooms up there. You could have
one for your study. I'd love to have you. You'd have the most complete
independence. Do."
Gora shook her head. "I've always this to fall back on."
"Fall back on?"
"Oh! I never meant to let that out. However....Perhaps it is as
well....Morty--you know his pride--everybody has his prime weakness and
that is his.
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