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Book, page 191 / 370 say to whiskey and soda, Colonel?" "Why, delighted, Sir William," said the Colonel, bouncing up. "A night-cap, and then we retire," said Lady Franks. Aaron sat thinking. He knew Sir William liked him: and that Lady Franks didn't. One day he might have to seek help from Sir William. So he had better placate milady. Wrinkling the fine, half mischievous smile on his face, and trading on his charm, he turned to his hostess. "You wouldn't mind, Lady Franks, if I said nasty things about my wife and found a lot of fault with her. What makes you angry is that I know it is not a bit more her fault than mine, that we come apart. It can't be helped." "Oh, yes, indeed. I disapprove of your way of looking at things altogether. It seems to me altogether cold and unmanly and inhuman. Thank goodness my experience of a man has been different." "We can't all be alike, can we? And if I don't choose to let you see me crying, that doesn't prove I've never had a bad half hour, does it? I've had many--ay, and a many." "Then why are you so WRONG, so wrong in your behaviour?" "I suppose I've got to have my bout out: and when it's out, I can alter." "Then I hope you've almost had your bout out," she said. "So do I," said he, with a half-repentant, half-depressed look on his attractive face. The corners of his mouth grimaced slightly under his moustache. "The best thing you can do is to go straight back to England, and to her." "Perhaps I'd better ask her if she wants me, first," he said drily.
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