trying to eat it. Little pictures out of hell. You've just no idea. I see you've brought two suitcases. I'll put out some of her clothes for you.»
«You took all the money out of the joint account-«Well, it was my money, wasn't it? There wasn't any other source of income! She kept drawing it out without telling me and buying clothes. She went mad over buying clothes. There's a room upstairs full of them, never worn. She simply wasted my money. Please let's not fight. After all you're a man, you can understand, you won't start to scream about it. She's a crazy disappointed woman and as cruel as a demon. We both wanted a child. She tricked me into marriage. I only married her because I wanted a child.»
«What are you talking about? You insisted on the abortion.»
«She wanted the abortion. I didn't know what I wanted. Then when the child was gone I felt awful about it. Then Priscilla told me she was pregnant again. That was your mother's idea. It wasn't true. I married her because I couldn't bear to lose a second child. And there was no child.»
«Oh God.» I went over to the chimney piece and picked up the marble statuette.
«Leave that alone, please,» said Roger. «This isn't an antique shop.»
As I put it down there was a step in the hall and a beautiful young girl came in through the door. She was dressed in a mauve canvas jerkin and white slacks, tousled and casual like a girl on a yacht, her dark brown hair gilded. Her face glowed with something more exalted and inward than mere good health and sunshine. She looked about twenty. She was carrying a shopping bag which she put down in the doorway.
I felt utter confusion. Had there been a child after all? Was this she?
Roger leapt up and ran to her, his face relaxed and beaming, his eyes looking larger, more luminous, wider apart. He kissed her on the lips, then held her for a moment, staring at her, smiling and astounded. He gave a short «Oh!» of amazed satisfaction, then turned to me. «This is Marigold. She's my mistress.»
«It hasn't taken you long to install one.»
«Darling, this is Priscilla's brother. We'd better tell him, hadn't we, darling?»
«Yes, of course, darling,» said the girl gravely, pushing back her tousled hair and leaning up against Roger. «We must tell him everything.» She had a light West Country accent and I could now see that she was older than twenty.
«Marigold and I have been together for years. We've been half living together for years and years. We never let Priscilla know.»
«We didn't want to hurt her,» said Marigold. «We carried the burden ourselves. It was hard to know what to do for the best. It has been a terrible time.»
«It's over now,» said Roger. «Thank God it's over.» They were holding hands.
I felt hatred and horror of this sudden cameo of happiness. I ignored the girl and said to Roger, «I can see that living with a girl who could be your daughter must be more fun than observing your marriage vows with an elderly woman.»
«I am thirty,» said Marigold. «And Roger and I love each other.»
'For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health.' Just when she was most in need of help you drove my sister out of her home.»
«I didn't!»
«You did!»
«Marigold is pregnant,» said Roger.
«How can you tell me that,» I said, «with that air of vile satisfaction. Am I supposed to be pleased because you've fathered another bastard? Are you so proud of being an adulterer? I regard you both as wicked, an old man
