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Don't FLOURISH, Poff. Don't start saying things like a
moral windmill in a whirlwind. It's all a muddle. I suppose every
one in London is getting in or out of these entanglements--or
something of the sort. And this seems a comparatively slight one.
I wish it hadn't happened. They do happen."
An expression of perplexity came into her face. She looked at him.
"Why do you want to throw her over?"
"I WANT to throw her over," said Benham.
He stood up and went to the hearthrug, and his mother reflected that
this was exactly what all men did at just this phase of a
discussion. Then things ceased to be sensible.
From overhead he said to her: "I want to get away from this
complication, this servitude. I want to do some--some work. I want
to get my mind clear and my hands clear. I want to study government
and the big business of the world."
"And she's in the way?"
He assented.
"You men!" said Lady Marayne after a little pause. "What queer
beasts you are! Here is a woman who is kind to you. She's fond of
you. I could tell she's fond of you directly I heard her.


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