His
initial grimness she could understand, and partially its breakdown
into irritability. But she was puzzled by his laughter. For he
laughed abruptly.
"You know, Amanda, I came home in a mood of tremendous tragedy. And
really,--you are a Lark."
And then overriding her altogether, he told her what he meant to do
about their future and the future of their little son.
"You don't want a divorce and a fuss. Then I'll leave things. I
perceive I've no intention of marrying any more. But you'd better
do the straight thing. People forget and forgive. Especially when
there is no one about making a fuss against you.
"Perhaps, after all, there is something to be said for shirking it.
We'll both be able to get at the boy then. You'll not hurt him, and
I shall want to see him. It's better for the boy anyhow not to have
a divorce.
"I'll not stand in your way. I'll get a little flat and I shan't
come too much to London, and when I do, you can get out of town.
You must be discreet about Easton, and if people say anything about
him, send them to me.
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