For years, divorce in Britain was considered not only in poor taste but political suicide. Adultery was the only legal ground, and novelists made almost a standard episode out of the husband's shamefaced trip to the seaside resort of Brighton accompanied by a hired "corespondent." There was the train trip down trailed by two hired detectives who carefully avoided speaking to him; the registration in the cold hotel as "Mr. and Mrs."; the embarrassed moments in the double bed beside the girl in a nightgown, he reading a newspaper, she munching sweets...
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