As unmarried men, Roddy, you and I are out of our depth
here. But surely--I hark back to it--it _must_ happen to one or
other of every married couple to look across the table and
realise the words _Till death us do part_. When it happens to
both simultaneously I suppose murder follows; or, at least,
divorce.
"Talking about murder, I've to confess that at Versailles I felt
the impulse again. You know that infernal Galerie des Glaces?
Well, of a sudden the multiplication of Farrell's face and the
bald spot at the back of his head came near to overpowering me.
We had escaped, too, from the wandering sightseers, and stood
isolated at the end of the vast hall. . . . High sniffing
dilettanti may say what they like, but Versailles is what Jimmy
would call a 'knock-out.' The very first view of the Grand
Avenue had knocked Farrell out, at all events, and he had stared
at the great fountains, and followed me through courts and
galleries in mere bedazement, speechless, with eyes like a
fish's, round and bulging and glassy.
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