Adultery -- Fiction; Cuba -- Fiction; Runaway husbands -- Fiction
“Oh, the Groves. I like them very much, Fanny--” To her interruption
that that was evident he paid no attention. “He is an extremely nice
man, a little too conscious of his pedestal, but solid and cordial.
Mrs. Grove is more unusual; I should say she was a difficult woman to
describe. She dresses beautifully, Paris and the rest of it; but she
isn't a particle good-looking. Not a bit! It's her color, I think. She
hasn't any. Women would fancy her more than men; no one could call her
pleasant.”
“You haven't asked about the children.” She had apparently heard nothing
of what had gone before.
“Of course they are all right or you'd have told me.”
“Lee, you astonish me, you really do; at times I think you forget you
have a family. We'll all be dead before you know it. I'm sorry, but you
will have to get into the habit of staying home at least one night a
week. I attend to all I can manage about the place, but there are some
things you must settle. The trouble is I haven't demanded enough from
you.”
“That's silly,” he responded, almost falling into his discarded
irritation; “I practically never go out without you. Unless you are with
me I won't be in New York again for weeks.”
“I should have thought you'd be back at the Groves's tomorrow. It's more
amusing there, I don't doubt; but, after all, you are married to me.”
“Good heavens, Fanny,” he protested, “what is this about? You're really
cutting with the Groves--two excessively nice people who were decent to
me.”
“You are such an idiot,” she declared, in a warmer voice. “Can't you see
how disappointed I was? First I had everything laid out on the bed, my
best nightgowns and lace stockings, for the trip; then I couldn't go;
and I arranged the party so carefully for you, Gregory had a practice
piece ready for you to hear, and--and nothing. I wonder if any other man
is as selfish as you?'
“Maybe not,” he returned peaceably. “What happened was unavoidable. It
was a social necessity, decided for me. I couldn't just run into the
house and out again. But there is no need to explain further.” He left
the table, for a cigar, and returned. “You have on a new dress!”
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