at her skirt. âI donât think you understand me as well as you think you do.â
âI donât think I understand you at all.â
âYou find meâunreasonable?â
âRarely, if ever.â
â⦠If so I wonder you trouble to come out with me.â
I said: â You know why I come out with you. Thatâs not at issue.⦠If to-night for some reason youâd like to find something to quarrel about, go right ahead, but donât expect me to help you.â
âI think youâre helping me very well.â
I thought it out â Yes, I suppose I am.â
We both laughed, but it was still half-hearted. She said: â When you are angry the shell comes backâbut much thicker. Truly aloof then.â
âVery far from it, believe me. More than ever painfully involved.â
âAnd when Iâm angry â¦â She sighed. âOh, I donât know. I think the world is rather a mess, donât you?â
âLetâs forget it.â
âYes, letâs forget it.â
We changed the subject then, and there were no more sparks; but there was something different about her all the rest of the evening.
Chapter 8
Weâd arranged to meet on the Monday, but she rang up making an excuse. We put it off till the following Monday, and I think she would have got out of that if it hadnât been a long-promised date to go to Monte Carlo. I wondered how we should meet, if the mood of Sunday night would carry over the eight days between. But when we met there was no sign of it at all. She was a bit subdued but at her nicestâand that was saying something.
We went by train in the afternoonâone of those diesel trains with the driver in a raised cabin in the roof. When we halted at Villefranche she said:
âGiles, I think I must stop meeting you.â
Iâd been expecting it, but it was a jolt all the same.
âThink so?â
âIt isnât fair to you.â
âIâll look out for that.â
âNo. Itâs not fair to any of us. I have told Pierre that Iâm not seeing you any more. If he finds out there will be trouble.â
âDonât you want to go on seeing me?â
âShould I have lied to Pierre if I hadnât? But it canât go on for ever. There must be a break, Giles. Perhaps in aââ
She stopped.
âWhat were you going to say?â
âNothing. Itâs for the best that we should give this up.â
âI suppose nobodyâs suggested that you should give Pierre up instead?â
âI have had feelings that way.â
âThen â¦â I swallowed. âIf you can say that â¦â
The diesel engine started with that sound like the tired battery of a motor car, and we moved slowly out of the station.
I felt happy and miserable together. I said: âListen, Alix.â
âYes?â
âIâm no use to you. I canât expect any woman ⦠But at least thereâs no compulsion to throw yourself away. Pierre doesnât make the grade. There are other men in the worldâplenty of them. Donât sacrifice yourself just to please your first husbandâs friendsââ
âWhy do you say that?â
âItâs pretty plain, isnât it? You donât really love the man. The marriage is tied up with the Delaisse family: they look on Pierre as an old comrade of Jacques, a rich man, a comfortable and seemly match for little Alix.
She said after a minute: â Well, arenât those all good reasons?â It was as if by saying over their arguments Iâd strengthened their case instead of my own.
âNo, they arenât if the man is a man like Pierre.â
âWhatâs wrong with him?â
I shrugged. Facing it, what was there? A mild personal antipathy. âYou loved Jacques Delaisse, you say?â
âI still do.â
âThen donât spoil his memory by taking a man