That Kitty was capable of any deep grief was unbelievable. He had gradually grown to think of her as something unapproachable and callous. She would get a divorce, of course, and eventually she would marry again. He began to consider this. Whom would she marry? He laughed bitterly, stopped; a picture flashed before him - of Kitty's arms around some man whose face he could not see, of Kitty's lips pressed close to other lips in what was surely: passion.