plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate.
It seems stupid to have discovered America only to make it into a copy of another country."
It was easier, and less dastardly on the whole, for a wife to play such a part toward her husband. A woman's standard of truthfulness was tacitly held to be lower: she was the subject creature, and versed in the arts of the enslaved. Then she could always plead moods and nerves, and the right not to be held too strictly to account; and even in the most strait-laced societies the laugh was always against the husband. But in Archer's little world no one laughed at a wife deceived, and a certain measure of contempt was attached to men who continued their philandering after marriage. In the rotation...
His mind, as always when they first met, was wholly absorbed in the delicious details that made her herself and no other.