Worst of all, she was attracted by Jasper Milvain's energy and
promise of success. He had no ignoble suspicions of Amy, but it
was impossible for him not to see that she habitually contrasted
the young journalist, who laughingly made his way among men, with
her grave, dispirited husband, who was not even capable of
holding such position as he had gained. She enjoyed Milvain's
conversation, it put her into a good humour; she liked him
personally, and there could be no doubt that she had observed a
jealous tendency in Reardon's attitude to his former friend--
always a harmful suggestion to a woman. Formerly she had
appreciated her husband's superiority; she had smiled at
Milvain's commoner stamp of mind and character. But tedious
repetition of failure had outwearied her, and now she saw Milvain
in the sunshine of progress, dwelt upon the worldly advantages of
gifts and a temperament such as his. Again, simple and
intelligible enough.
Living apart from her husband, she could not be expected to
forswear society, and doubtless she would see Milvain pretty
often.
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