I think he’s lying to me. I said, ‘If you don’t tell me you’re seeing her, if you sneak behind my back and I find out accidentally, it makes me feel mad. It makes me crazy.’ He appears to take my point. But in a darker area of my thoughts I’m remembering his declaration, made to me several times over the years, in various contexts, and always with a note of defiant eternal-verity-ness which I would have to describe as smug: ‘All men are moral cowards.’