But she was not going to be put off.

“But you cared for her?” she insisted.

“Cared?” he grinned.

“Perhaps you care for her now,” she said.

“Me!” His eyes widened. “Ah no, I can’t think of her,” he said quietly.

“Why?”

But he shook his head.

“Then why don’t you get a divorce? She’ll come back to you one day,” said Connie.

He looked up at her sharply.

“She wouldn’t come within a mile of me. She hates me a lot worse than I hate her.”

“You’ll see she’ll come back to you.”