The Husband's Story: A NovelPhillips, David Graham
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The Husband's Story: A Novel
Phillips, David Graham
Husband and wife -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
My answering smile and pressure of the hand were friendly, but
cautiously so, for I felt I was still on thin ice. I opened the door
for her. We shook hands again. Our eyes met. I think it must have given
each of us a shock to see in the other’s face the polite, distant look
of strangers parting. How easy it is for two to become like one--and
when they are, how impossible it seems that they could ever be aliens.
How easy it is for two that are as one to become utter strangers; the
sea is wide, and its currents curve rapidly away from each other.
“Rossiter,” said I--he was at work in the anteroom, “take Mrs. Loring
to her carriage, please.”
So--she was gone; I was free!
XIII
Not a shadow of doubt lingered. She was gone; I was free. Her manner
had been the manner of finality. Her reluctance and her sadness were
little more than the convention of mourning which human beings feel
compelled to display on mortuary occasions of all kinds. Beneath the
crepe I saw a not discontented resignation, a conviction of the truth
that life together was impossible for her and me.
My male readers--those who have a thinking apparatus and use it--will
probably wonder, as I did then, that she had overlooked certain obvious
advantages to be gained through refusing to divorce me. She knew me
well enough to be certain I would not compel her to go to America and
live with me, but if she insisted would let her stay in Europe or
wander where she pleased. This would have given her all the advantages
of widowhood. Free, with plenty of money, she could have led her own
life, without ever having to consult the conveniences and caprices of
a husband. It seemed to me singularly stupid of her to resign this
signal advantage, to tie herself to a husband she could not ignore, a
husband she already saw would bore her, as poseurs invariably bore each
other--to tie herself to such a man with no compensating advantage but
a title. Indeed, so stupid did it seem that from the moment she began
to waver about confirming the divorce I all but lost hope of freedom.
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