It was not as if Annette could have a real passion for him; one could not expect that at his age.

If her mother wished, if the worldly advantage were manifestly great--perhaps! If not, refusal would be certain.
Besides, he thought: 'I'm not a villain.

I don't want to hurt her; and I don't want anything underhand.

But I do want her, and I want a son! There's nothing for it but divorce--somehow--anyhow--divorce!' Under the shadow of the plane-trees, in the lamplight, he passed slowly along the railings of the Green Park.

Mist clung there among the bluish tree shapes, beyond range of the lamps.