William met their friends at the door with "Seen our petunias?
Pretty terrific for London, don't you think ?" But the imbecile thing, the absolutely extraordinary thing was that he hadn't the slightest idea that Isabel wasn't as happy as he.

God, what blindness! He hadn't the remotest notion in those days that she really hated that inconvenient little house, that she thought the fat Nanny was ruining the babies, that she was desperately lonely, pining for new people and new music and pictures and so on.

If they hadn't gone to that studio party at Moira Morrison's--if Moira Morrison hadn't said as they were leaving, "I'm going to rescue your wife, selfish man.

She's like an exquisite little Titania"-- if Isabel hadn't gone with Moira to Paris--if--if...
The train stopped at another station.Bettingford.Good heavens! They'd be there in ten minutes.

William stuffed that papers back into his pockets; the young man opposite had long since disappeared.