Perhaps because she had lain down that afternoon, her mind was so excited that she could not sleep at all. Eventually, she simply got up and began flipping through the Civil Code.
She had heard that Murat did not support divorce. Of course, he would not, like Justinian, consider how this would lead to a frequent occurrence of poisonings. It was the perfect subject for a novel.
Her thoughts ran wild for a long while. Then she thought of Genevieve in a nun's habit, and Rose, who had once suffered domestic violence. She and many women who had endured the same fate had fled to convents, but her ex-husband had used their child to threaten her and force her back home.
If there were no more convents, where would women hide in the future?
Just then, she sensed someone walking up before her.
"You might as well make a scene," Chateaubriand said.
"You think this is my fault?" Georgiana asked.
"They were only talking. They did nothing," Chateaubriand said.
She gave a bitter smile.
"Like being on holiday." She made light of it. "After a busy day, he wanted to shake off the weariness of official business, didn't he?"
"If you knew that, why did you still do it?" Chateaubriand asked.
"I kept thinking about Medea and Ariadne just now." Georgiana sounded drained. "I don't want to be either one."
"I have been to London. Those people from opposing parties are still the same as before, even if they make their living selling hats or playing matchmaker," Chateaubriand said.
"Are you saying that if I leave him, I'll sink to that level?" Georgiana asked in surprise.
"I chose to become a teacher and teach French to British children, but they could not even pronounce my name properly, so I called