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The Yellow Notebook

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On the following Sunday, a week after their first excursion into the country, Julia again took the little boy off to friends, and this time Paul took Ella to Kew. They lay on the grass behind a hedge of sheltering rhododendrons, trees above them, the sun sifting over them. They held hands. ‘You see,’ said Paul, with his small rake’s grimace, ‘we’re like an old married couple already — we know we’re going to make love in bed tonight, so now we just hold hands.’

‘But what’s the matter with it?’ asked Ella amused.

He was leaning over, looking into her face. She smiled up at him. She knew that he loved her. She felt a perfect trust in him. ‘What’s the matter with it?’ he said with a sort of humorous desperation. ‘It’s terrible. Here you and I are …’ How they were was reflected in his face and eyes, which were warm on her face — ‘and look what it would be like if we were married.’ Ella felt herself go cold. She thought: Surely he’s not saying that as a man does to warn a woman? He’s not so cheap, surely? She saw an old bitterness on his face, and thought: No, he’s not, thank God, he’s carrying on some conversation with himself. And the light inside her was relit. She said: ‘But you aren’t married at all. You can’t call that being married. You never see her.’

‘We got married when we were both twenty. There should be a law against it,’ he added, with the same desperate humour, kissing her. He said, with his mouth on her throat: ‘You’re very wise not to get married, Ella. Be sensible and stay that way.’

Ella smiled. She was thinking: And so I was wrong after all. That’s exactly what he’s doing, saying: You can expect just so much from me. She felt completely rejected. And he still lay with his hands on her arms, and she could feel the warmth of them right through her body, and his eyes, warm and full of love for her were a few inches above hers. He was smiling.

That night in bed, making love to him was a mechanical thing, she went through the motions of response. It was a different experience from the other nights. It seemed he did not know it; and they lay afterwards as usual close in each other’s arms. She was chilled and full of dismay.

The day after she had a conversation with Julia, who had been silent all this time about Paul’s staying the nights. ‘He’s married,’ she said. ‘He’s been married thirteen years. It’s a marriage so that it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t go home at nights. Two children.’ Julia made a non-committal grimace and waited. ‘The thing is, I’m not sure at all … and there’s Michael.’

‘What’s his attitude to Michael?’

‘He’s only seen him once, for a moment, he comes in late — well you know that. And he’s gone by the time Michael wakes up. To pick up a clean shirt from home.’ At which Julia laughed, and Ella laughed with her.

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