Leonora, indeed,
imagined that she could manage this affair all right. She had no
thought of Maisie's being led into adultery; she imagined that if
she could take Maisie and Edward to Nauheim, Edward would see
enough of her to get tired of her pretty little chatterings, and of the
pretty little motions of her hands and feet. And she thought she
could trust Edward. For there was not any doubt of Maisie's
passion for Edward. She raved about him to Leonora as Leonora
had heard girls rave about drawing masters in schools. She was
perpetually asking her boy husband why he could not dress, ride,
shoot, play polo, or even recite sentimental poems, like their
major. And young Maidan had the greatest admiration for
Edward, and he adored, was bewildered by and entirely trusted his
wife. It appeared to him that Edward was devoted to Leonora. And
Leonora imagined that when poor Maisie was cured of her hear
and Edward had seen enough of her, he would return to her. She
had the vague, passionate idea that, when Edward had exhausted a
number of other types of women he must turn to her. Why should
not her type have its turn in his heart? She imagined that, by now,
she understood him better, that she understood better his vanities
and that, by making him happier, she could arouse his love.
Pages:
232
233
234
235
236
237
238
239
240
241
242
243
244
245
246
247
248
249
250
251
252
253
254
255
256