"You told your husband that you had thought of leaving him?"
"Yes; I told him everything. I told him that I dearly loved that poor fellow, for whom, as I believe, nobody else on earth cares a single straw."
"And what did he say?"
"I cannot tell you what he said, only that we are all to go to Baden together, and then to Italy. But he did not seem a bit angry; he very seldom is angry, unless at some trumpery thing, as when he threw the book away. And when I told him that he might have another wife and a child, he put his arm round me and whispered to me that he did not care so much about it as I had imagined. I felt more like loving him at that moment than I had ever done before."
"He must be fit to be an angel."

"You told your husband that you had thought of leaving him?"
"Yes; I told him everything."
"And what did he say?"
"I cannot tell you what he said, only that we are all to go to Baden together, and then to Italy. But he did not seem a bit angry; he very seldom is angry. And when I told him that he might have another wife and a child, he put his arm round me and told me that he did not care so much about it as I had imagined. I felt more like loving him at that moment than I had ever done before."
"He must be an angel."
