‘I shall have to marry one day,’ he told himself despairingly.
He thought of the long years of boredom when, even if he married for love, his feelings would inevitably change and he would still be left with a wife whose conversation was repetitive of everything she had said the day before.
He knew that Eddie was right when he said that he needed adventure in his life, but was aware that what had seemed like an exploration in love always ended in a banality from which his only wish was to escape as quickly as possible.
He had exactly the same trouble where it concerned his mistresses.
He invariably chose one who had made her mark as a dancer, a singer or an actress simply because they had a glamour about them that was the reward of success.
He felt they glowed like a light until, after
