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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

critics never seem to notice the things which everybody else notices.' And then suddenly from him, `I've got rather an idea. Why don't you come along to a rehearsal with me now? ... Of course they wouldn't mind. And they'd all simply love to see you. We'd collect somebody for lunch, if you liked.'
Well, he could say all this now. It was easy ... Now !
He found that he couldn't. How was he to begin? Last night was over, forgotten, it would be silly to drag it up again; and yet he knew that they could not go happily off together with the faint spectre of that night still between them, unegorcized. At least, he could not. After the way she slept last night, it could not be supposed to matter much to her. So how could he refer to it again? She would hardly, he thought bitterly, know what I was talking about.
`More coffee, darling?'
`Thanks.'
The moment had passed. If his apology had not come, now it was not coming. I'm being a sulky child, he thought, I can feel myself being one, I can stand outside myself and watch myself contemptuously, but I can't do anything. Anyway, there's nothing to do. If I did apologize, she'd say, `Oh, but I'd forgotten all about that!'
'Going to the theatre, darling?'
Silly question. She knew quite well he was going. She only said it to make it look as if he were wasting his time going to the theatre; to let him know that she knew quite well how unnecessary this theatre-going was; to make him feel awkward if he spoke to another woman there. What was the answer? He thought:
If one hated one's wife, one would say, `Well, naturally,' in the coldest voice possible.

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