But the imbecile thing, the absolutely extraordinary thing was that he hadn’t the slightest idea that Isabel wasn’t as happy as he. God, what blindness! He hadn’t the remotest notion in those days that she really hated that inconvenient little house, that she thought the fat nanny was ruining the babies, that she was desperately lonely, pining for new people and new music and new pictures and so on. If they hadn’t gone to that studio party at Moira Morisson’s-if Moira Morrison hadn’t said as they were leaving, “I’m going to Paris to rescue your wife, selfish man. She’s like an exquisite little Titania”- if Isabel hadn’t gone to Paris with Moira-if-if….
Katherine Mansfield, “Marriage à La Mode” , 1922
Photo: R. Kennedy Stephen
