"Now--what is there to say--Bruce--between you and me?"
"Where is he?"
"You know."
"Are matters unchanged?"
She nodded.
"I love you, Lilly."
"And I have a husband and a thirteen-year-old child, making of the
triangle a rectangle."
"You have held me off on that dagger point now for ten years. Good God!
women don't martyrize themselves to a past these days. What are you
doing with your life? Sacrificing it on the altar of the old burned-out
husk of a marriage? Canonizing a mistake!"
"It is the one thing I am able to do for him in some little reparation!"
"Mock heroics."
"No, it is more than mock heroic to save him that precious shred of his
respectability. That is about all I have left him to cherish. There are
some human beings you simply cannot conceive of in certain situations.
Albert Penny and divorce are irreconcilable. Tear his heart out if you
will, but hands off his respectability. It may sound absurd in the face
of the enormity of what I have done to him, but it is a great solace to
me to be able to sacrifice that much to him and to drag him through my
life like a ball and chain.
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