It was one of those days, the days when he thought: Who cares how she got here? I have her; she is my wife. And: Why continue in anger? Just be done with it. Talk to her, sort things out. She had spoken of their problems very candidly to his aunt and sister, had admitted her regret to them. Lady Matlock and Georgiana had each subsequently urged him to discuss his feelings with her, to make things right. Not ready, he thought. I am simply unprepared for any steps towards reconciliation, for to do so means my heart is open, once again, to being injured.
