#manderlay

“Frank,” I said desperately, “I know what you are thinking. You can’t understand why I asked all those questions just now. You think I’m morbid, and curious, in a rather beastly way. It’s not that, I promise you. It’s only that — that sometimes I feel myself at such an disadvantage. It’s all very strange to me, living here at Manderlay. Not the sort of life I’ve been brought up to. When I go returning these calls, as I did this afternoon, I know people are looking me up and down, wondering what sort of success I’m going to make of it. I can imagine them saying, ‘What on Earth does Maxim see in her?’ And then, Frank, I begin to wonder myself, and I begin to doubt, and I have a fearful haunting feeling that I should have never married Maxim, that we are not going to be happy. You see, I know that all the time, whenever I meet anyone new, they are all thinking the same thing — How different she is to Rebecca.”