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He
noticed
the
pause
in
the
aimless
wandering
of
her
eyes
,
a
glance
that
stopped
briefly
on
a
filled
ashtray
and
moved
on
.
He
felt
a
stab
of
revulsion
.
She
saw
it
in
his
face
and
laughed
gaily
.
"
Oh
but
,
darling
,
I
’
m
not
relieved
!
I
’
m
disappointed
.
I
did
hope
I
’
d
find
a
few
cigarette
butts
smeared
with
lipstick
.
"
He
gave
her
credit
for
the
admission
of
the
spying
,
even
if
under
cover
of
a
joke
.
But
something
in
the
stressed
frankness
of
her
manner
made
him
wonder
whether
she
was
joking
;
for
the
flash
of
an
instant
,
he
felt
that
she
had
told
him
the
truth
.
He
dismissed
the
impression
,
because
he
could
not
conceive
of
it
as
possible
.
"
I
’
m
afraid
that
you
’
ll
never
be
human
,
"
she
said
.
"
So
I
’
m
sure
that
I
have
no
rival
.
And
if
I
have
—
which
I
doubt
,
darling
—
I
don
’
t
think
I
’
ll
worry
about
it
,
because
if
it
’
s
a
person
who
’
s
always
available
on
call
,
without
appointment
—
well
,
everybody
knows
what
sort
of
a
person
that
is
.
"
He
thought
that
he
would
have
to
be
careful
;
he
had
been
about
to
slap
her
face
.
"
Lillian
,
I
think
you
know
,
"
he
said
,
"
that
humor
of
this
kind
is
more
than
I
can
stand
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
’
re
so
serious
!
"
she
laughed
.
"
I
keep
forgetting
it
.
You
’
re
so
serious
about
everything
—
particularly
yourself
.
"
Then
she
whirled
to
him
suddenly
,
her
smile
gone
.
She
had
the
strange
,
pleading
look
which
he
had
seen
in
her
face
at
times
,
a
look
that
seemed
made
of
sincerity
and
courage
:
"
You
prefer
to
be
serious
,
Henry
?
All
right
.
How
long
do
you
wish
me
to
exist
somewhere
in
the
basement
of
your
life
?
How
lonely
do
you
want
me
to
become
?
I
’
ve
asked
nothing
of
you
.
I
’
ve
let
you
live
your
life
as
you
pleased
.
Can
’
t
you
give
me
one
evening
?
Oh
,
I
know
you
hate
parties
and
you
’
ll
be
bored
.
But
it
means
a
great
deal
to
me
.
Call
it
empty
,
social
vanity
—
I
want
to
appear
,
for
once
,
with
my
husband
.
I
suppose
you
never
think
of
it
in
such
terms
,
but
you
’
re
an
important
man
,
you
’
re
envied
,
hated
,
respected
and
feared
,
you
’
re
a
man
whom
any
woman
would
be
proud
to
show
off
as
her
husband
.
You
may
say
it
’
s
a
low
form
of
feminine
ostentation
,
but
that
’
s
the
form
of
any
woman
’
s
happiness
.
You
don
’
t
live
by
such
standards
,
but
I
do
.
Can
’
t
you
give
me
this
much
,
at
the
price
of
a
few
hours
of
boredom
?
Can
’
t
you
be
strong
enough
to
fulfill
your
obligation
and
to
perform
a
husband
’
s
duty
?
Can
’
t
you
go
there
,
not
for
your
own
sake
,
but
mine
,
not
because
you
want
to
go
,
but
only
because
I
want
it
?
"
