Mrs Forsyth’s voice mainly, comforting some unseen sufferer in a voice shrill and purposeful as some predatory night bird. “My dear, I do know how you feel,” she was saying—and now Katharine could see the thin, neat figure poised dimly in the Prescotts’ doorway. “Douglas is exactly the same. If he feels like going out in the evening, why, then out we have to go. It doesn’t occur to him to think that I might be tired, or busy, or not in the mood. The trouble with men is, they have so little to do that they’re really killing time for more than half their waking hours. Yes, it really is more than half. I’ve worked it out. A man in an ordinary, average job has seventy hours’ leisure a week, apart from sleeping! Seventy hours! Imagine it! I’d think the world was coming to an end if I had as much as seven!” Katharine could not hear Mary’s softer response from indoors, but it went on for quite a long time, and it was tantalisingly just possible to hear the unmistakable cadences of self-pity at the end of every few sentences.
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