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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

to say, what was he going to do? He seemed to have no choice; the words came unsought to his mouth, the movement to his hand; a friendly `Hallo, darling', an affectionate pat on her shoulder, and he had slipped past her to his chair. Thus the happy husbands on the lower plane greeted their wives, blending their casual salute of a club acquaintance with something of the warmer intimacy reserved for a favourite animal. He had achieved it triumphantly.
Yet he did not feel triumphant as he buttered his toast. There's a devil in me, he thought. I wanted to take her in my arms. Why wouldn't he let me?
`The paper, darling?' She passed it across to him.
`Oh, thanks.'
It was open at the theatre page. She had been reading about the first-night. He felt angry again; glad that he had not surrendered to her.
`Sure you've finished with it?' That was how happy husbands talked. He had listened to them in plays.
`It's all right, thank you, darling.' That was howw happy wives always answered. He had heard them.
He read, silently. She peeled an apple; silently.... Time he said something.
`Seems to have been pretty good last night,' he said, and registered it as the correct line to take. `Last night' was brought safely to the lower plane and took its place among the incidental ups and downs of a happy marriage. Now they were both happy again.
`Awfully good,' said Sylvia. `I wish you could have come.!
'Well, I wasn't asked.' Excellently said, with just the right shade of friendly irony, the right smile.
`Of course you were asked, darling! We had the two tickets for both of us, and then when I had to, give them

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