Chapter 5
Raymond's mind was turning more and more to a set scene with McComas; some meeting between them was, to his notion, a sc** faire. It seemed demanded by a Gallic sense of form: it must be gone through with as a requisite to his r** of offended husband. One difficulty was that Raymond fluctuated daily, almost hourly, in his view of his wife--of the wife, I may say. To-day he took the old view: the wife was her husband's property and any attempt on her was a deadly injury to him. To-morrow he took the newer view: the wife was an individual human being and a free moral agent; therefore a lapse, while it meant disgrace for her, was, for him, but an affront which he must endure with dignified composure. Meanwhile the pair saw little of each other, and Albert, puzzled, began to enter upon his
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