'
'I don't wish to answer you immediately,' Amy replied, paling
slightly.
'Then that decides it. When I leave you we are strangers to each
other.'
Amy made a rapid study of his countenance. She had never
entertained for a moment the supposition that his wits were
unsettled, but none the less the constant recurrence of that idea
in her mother's talk had subtly influenced her against her
husband. It had confirmed her in thinking that his behaviour was
inexcusable. And now it seemed to her that anyone might be
justified in holding him demented, so reckless was his utterance.
It was difficult to know him as the man who had loved her so
devotedly, who was incapable of an unkind word or look.
'If that is what you prefer,' she said, 'there must be a formal
separation. I can't trust my future to your caprice.'
'You mean it must be put into the hands of a lawyer?'
'Yes, I do.'
'That will be the best, no doubt.'
'Very well; I will speak with my friends about it.'
'Your friends!' he exclaimed bitterly. 'But for those friends of
yours, this would never have happened.
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