Alpha Book

Even though I did not defend
the suit, nobody cares. And there's no disgrace, I suppose, if nobody
cares enough even to condone. Divorce is no longer noticed; it is a
matter of ordinary occurrence--a matter of routine in some sets. Who
cares?--except decent folk? And they only think it's a pity--and
wouldn't do it themselves. The horrified clamour comes from outside the
social registers and blue books; we know they're right, but it doesn't
affect us. What does affect us is that we _were_ the decent folk who
permitted ourselves the luxury of being sorry for others who resorted to
divorce as a remedy but wouldn't do it ourselves! . . . Now we've done
it and--"
"Phil! I will not have you feel that way."
"What way?"
"The way you feel. We are older than we were--everybody is older--the
world is, too. What we were brought up to consider impossible--"
"What we were brought up to consider impossible was what kept me up to
the mark out there, Nina." He made a gesture toward the East.


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