Lolotte, does it matter so much?’ ‘Not really. I suppose he must have been nice.’ ‘Yes, he was.’ Oh, the relief of saying so. ‘He was really extremely nice to me. And somehow, oh, you know, it didn’t seem much to do.’ She stared at him. He’s quite unique, she thought. ‘But now –’ and suddenly she felt she had the essence of it – ‘now you’re a public person. It matters to everybody what you do.’ ‘And now I am married to you. And no one will ever have anything to reproach me with, except loving my wife too much and giving them nothing to talk about.’
