"
"Lotus-eating," she answered. "How lovely the summer is! Since I saw
you I have wanted to do nothing but rest and dream."
"You have been happy, then?"
"Yes."
"Is he kind to you?"
"Oh--he! He is just the same. There is no change in my life. The change
is in me."
"Then you mean to be happy in spite of him? I call that the beginning
of wisdom. I know two other ladies who hate their husbands, and they
manage to enjoy life pretty well. And I don't see why _you_ should
be miserable always because you happen to have married the wrong man.
How was it you married him? Were you very much in love with him?"
"No, not in the least."
"Spooney, then?"
"Not even 'spooney,' as you call it. I was very young at the time. Very
young girls know nothing of love and marriage."
"Very young," he repeated thoughtfully. He was drawing figures with his
pen on the blotting-paper before him. "But why did you marry him,
then?"
"I can give you no reason--except that I was not happy at home."
"You all say that," slipped from him, with a gesture of impatience.
"I wish I had been more original," said Ideala.
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