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Wragby. I don’t blame you. I’ve no Wragbys to offer. In fact,
you know what you’ll get out of me. No, no, I think you’re
right! I really do! And I’m not keen on coming to live on
you, being kept by you. There’s that too.’
She felt somehow as if he were giving her tit for tat.
’But you want me, don’t you?’ she asked.
’Do you want me?’
’You know I do. That’s evident.’
’Quite! And WHEN do you want me?’
’You know we can arrange it all when I come back. Now
I’m out of breath with you. I must get calm and clear.’
’Quite! Get calm and clear!’
She was a little offended.
’But you trust me, don’t you?’ she said.
’Oh, absolutely!’
She heard the mockery in his tone.
’Tell me then,’ she said flatly; ‘do you think it would be
better if I DON’T go to Venice?’
’I’m sure it’s better if you do go to Venice,’ he replied in
the cool, slightly mocking voice.
’You know it’s next Thursday?’ she said.
’Yes!’
She now began to muse. At last she said:
’And we SHALL know better where we are when I come
back, shan’t we?’
’Oh surely!’
The curious gulf of silence between them!
’I’ve been to the lawyer about my divorce,’ he said, a little
constrainedly.

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