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apartment on a mid-winter day, maybe it was quite dark during the day. Then I went to see my husband, either that day or the next. I saw him immediately.

I was sure, of course, that he would say it was all right, but I didn't want him to read it in the paper or hear about it from anybody else. So I went out to discuss the matter with him. He was in a good frame of mind and in a good, controlled mood. So we didn't have any emotional crisis over it. His only comment was, “Well, I can't go to Washington. I won't go to Washington. That would be horrid. I will not go to Washington! I'm not going to go under those circumstances.” Well, I knew he couldn't go anyhow. He was too ill to go. But, of course, he didn't think of himself as being as ill as I knew him to be. So he thought of it always as a project of our life together. He said, “Where will I live?”

I said, “Well, what do you think of keeping the New York apartment for a while. Susanna ought to stay in the Brearley School. I don't want her to change schools. She's in a good school. We'll keep the New York apartment. That'll be home. I'll come up weekends.”

He said, “You'll be up every weekend, will you? You promise you'll be up every weekend. You'll come and see me every weekend.”