words, you know. And a promise is a promise!"

"And even for infidelity, you don't believe people ought to
separate?" Cherry asked.

"Nonsense!" Peter said.

"But you said--that Martin never--"

"No, I'm not speaking of Martin now!"

"Well, wouldn't that come under 'worser'?" Alix asked.

"But, my child," Peter expostulated kindly, "my dear benighted
wife--there is such a thing as a soul--a mind--a personality! To
be tied to a--well, to a coarsening influence day after day is
living death! It is worse than any bodily discomfort--"

"I don't see it!" Alix persisted. "I think there's a lot of
nonsense talked about the fammy oncompreezy--but it seems to me
that if you have a home and meals and books and friends and the
country to walk in, you--"

"Oh, Heavens, Alix, you don't know what you're talking about!"
Cherry interrupted her, impatiently. "Let Peter here go off with
some chorus girl, and see how long you--"

"It's all very well in books," Alix interrupted her sister in
turn. "But in real life I don't believe a woman ever bothers to
think whether her husband ever murmurs her name in dreams or not.