I have had some experience of him in other moods, so I can say it is impossible to be at your ease[46] and to be dull in his company, for one is always in a state of doubt as to what sudden turn his temper may take.
But chances are all around you. Remember that young Frenchman who went up last week in a balloon. The wind blew him fifteen hundred miles in twenty-four hours, and he fell in the middle of Russia. That was the kind of man I mean. Think of the woman he loved, and how other women must have envied her! That’s what I should like to be… envied for my man.