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"Ah, yes!" He bowed his head, and his handsome face assumed a

harassed expression. "To go, or not to go!" he said to himself;

and an inner voice told him he must not go, that nothing could

come of it but falsity; that to amend, to set right their

relations was impossible, because it was impossible to make her

attractive again and able to inspire love, or to make him an old

man, not susceptible to love. Except deceit and lying nothing

could come of it now; and deceit and lying were opposed to his

nature.

"It must be some time, though: it can't go on like this," he

said, trying to give himself courage. He squared his chest, took

out a cigarette, took two whiffs at it, flung it into a

mother-of-pearl ashtray, and with rapid steps walked through the

drawing-room, and opened the other door into his wife's bedroom.

Chapter 4