“I presume you are worried about Ulric.”
“Of course I am! I was sure I could keep him, but he is slipping away and soon I shall be just another of those women who belong to his – past!”
The woman’s voice was pathetic, and there was a little pause before the man replied,
“How can I advise you? I have known Ulric for years and to say that he is unpredictable is, as you know, an understatement.”
“I love him, Freddy! I love him madly and I was so certain that he would never tire of me as he has of Alice, Gladys and, of course, Charlotte.”
“You are so lovely, Louise, that I cannot imagine how any man could ever tire of you. In fact I think you are being needlessly despondent in thinking that this is what has happened where Ulric is concerned.”
“I wish I could believe you! I wish I could t
