Chapter Nineteen
Rosamund brightened up at once.
‘How splendid! Where shall I start?’ she said. ‘At the very beginning, I suppose, when you went off to Africa and I married Neville. You do believe me, don’t you, when I say I did love you for a time when we were engaged? I truly did, darling. But I simply hated being poor, and then Neville came along and fell in love with me and was rich, and I thought: why not? I’d struggled for so long and thought I deserved a little happiness, so I said yes when he asked me to marry him.
‘It was great fun for the first year or two, as we had the house in town and there were parties and balls and lots of lovely things to do and I could see all my friends whenever I wanted. Neville was rather stuffy of course, but he didn’t stand in my way at first—he d
