CHAPTER FOURA Marriage
The big chow came into the room, acknowledged company with a waft of his tail, and retired to his favourite corner out of the way. Rena followed him with her eyes; when she met Gamadge’s again her face was clouded with perplexity.
“You don’t know either,” said Gamadge. “You’ve asked the question of yourself a hundred times. Why marry you in the first place, if you weren’t the kind of person he could go on being civil to for more than a few weeks? You know, Serena, it wasn’t a rash, precipitate kind of marriage, cooked up on the spur of the moment over cocktails in a bar. You didn’t go into it hurriedly and flightily. A month—that’s not such a short time; Clara and I knew our own minds in less than a month, I can tell you.”
“I meant it to be forever.”
“Yes, and yo
