You know I would. I’m just as disappointed as you are. But …” But.But, but, but. What would it be this time, Stella wondered sourly? Whatever it was, she’d have heard it before, that was certain. After five years of going around with a married man, a girl knows his repertoire by heart. But I have to help Wendy with the weekend shopping. But the man is coming to do the boiler. But I have to fetch Carol from the Brownies. But Simon is away from school with a temperature. But I have to meet Aunt Esmé at the airport. This last had been the funniest one of all. Looking back, Stella could hardly help laughing, in a black, bitter sort of way, though at the time it hadn’t seemed funny at all. For it had come so soon—so cruelly, and (as it turned out) so ironically soon after that golden September day when, lying in the long grass by the river beyond Marlow, Gerald had been confiding in her, as married men will, about the depth of his inner loneliness.
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