Character: Hadley

I hate this, ' he says tenderly looking her in the eye. - I hate it!
Is a liar. You revel in. For you the whole story - only material. Have you created your own hell, and intend to live in it, and I was forced to live in this hell.

Maybe it's better not to know? Continue to remain ignorant? But, alas, unfortunate note, the Fife seemed to have heightened all the senses. Hadley began to notice the knowing looks on the market, hear the whispers and gossip in the bookstore, catching snippets of conversations about his family at parties. That's what is most disgusting to be the only person who doesn't know.

I love you, - she says passionately. Yes, she is ready to do anything to save their marriage, even invite her husband's mistress to vacation with them. - You know that?
"I know," he says in a false voice, just he's not her husband, Ernest Hemingway, and the character of some of his short stories. This indifferent response of the Hadley dumbfounded. She feared losing him, and it turns out - already lost!