Professional jealousy between husband and wife is portrayed with considerable cleverness -- in Hubert Brett, the husband of Helena, we have one more portrayal of the so called artistic temperament, done this time with an incisive irony that approaches the verge of caricature but is saved through the multitude of little touches that are unmistakably drawn straight from life.
nd get out right along the river, Richmond way--Kew, Putney, anywhere--and stretch my lungs and look at the old book-shops and enjoy the river. That's when I'm happy, you see! I look at the river, out by Richmond Bridge, broad and festive and the sun upon it; everything all full of life; and I feel free, and that's the time I take a deep breath in--or by the sea, of course--and say, 'Thank God that I'm alive!'"
"And thank God you're alone?" his friend enquired. He looked across at him, no longer by now as at a patient, but as he might have at a curious specimen inside a labelled bottle.
Hubert was quite pleased to have this opportunity for self-analysis thrust on him. He liked to be thought peculiar but wished to be sincere. He reflected a little, then slowly blew out a funnel of smoke with energy behind it.
"WHY MEN MARRY"
Hubert shut the door after his visitor