"And that's why it distresses me to hear you talk even in jest, as
if you could marry Josh."
"And a few weeks ago you were suggesting him as just the husband
for me."
Arkwright was silent. How could he go on? How tell her why he had
changed without committing himself to her by a proposal? She was
fascinating--would be an ideal wife. With what style and taste
she'd entertain--how she'd shine at the head of his table! What a
satisfaction it would be to feel that his money was being so
competently spent. But--well, he did not wish to marry, not just
yet; perhaps, somewhere in the world, he would find, in the next
few years, a woman even better suited to him than Margaret.
Marrying was a serious business. True, now that divorce had pushed
its way up and had become recognized by fashionable society, had
become an established social favorite, marriage had been robbed of
one of its terrors. But the other remained--divorce still meant
alimony. The woman who trapped an eligible never endangered her
hard-earned position; a man must be extremely careful or he would
find himself forced to hard choice between keeping on with a woman
he wished to be rid of and paying out a large part of his income
in alimony.
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