“Or else so vague,” he answered.
But she saw by the shut look on his face that he was not going to tell her: that this was something he intended to keep apart from her: forever apart. A part of himself which he was not going to share with her. It seemed to her unnecessary, and a breach of faith on his part, wounding her. If their marriage was a real thing, then anything very serious was her matter as much as his, surely. Either her marriage with him was not very important, or else this Jack Callcott stuff wasn’t very important. Which probably it wasn’t. Yet she hated the hoity-toity way she was shut out.
“Pah!” she said. “A bit of little boy’s silly showing off.”
But he had this other cold side to his nature, that could keep a secret cold and isolated till Doomsday. And for two or three
