She was close by my side early in the evening. Many of the actives came over to be introduced. I was no longer ‘pledge’. For the first time, they ...sed my name. As the party wore on she would wander off now and then and I could see her engaged in conversation with one or another of the actives. Even here, the girls shunned her. All too soon the evening drew to a close. She had to be back before curfew or the dorm would lock her out. She seemed a little sad when we got back there so I asked her,. From what little historians have been able to discover, love was rarely a part of these marriages, and many of the wives spent the majority of their time cloistered and alone.I imagine part of the reason there are so many tales from ancient times about wives cheating on their husbands is partly influenced by this. I mean, how lonely it had to be back then as a wife, where you might if you were lucky spend only a few nights a year in the arms of your husband. But he'd be finding a woman every. I said she was probably wearing a towel or robe or something, she said no she dropped it when she turned the corner. Then she said, I'll prove it! I laughed and said how, keep in mind these were the days prior to cellular phones and selfies... She said look out your window. "Can you see me?" she asked. I'm like no, where am I supposed to be looking. She said count the windows on the dorm across from you, go up 7 floors. I was on the 8th floor of my dorm so I was looking down a bit, there. "I'm terribly sorry Mistress, but I am Babette, can I serve you in anyway?" No, you're my husband David, don't you remember?" She looked into hiseyes but could see not sign of recognition in them, in fact there seemedto be no life behind them, the way they stared at her."I'm so sorry Mistress, I am not very bright, I am only a simple girl, Iam just your maid and I am here to serve you, do you wish me to pretendto be someone? Do you wish me to do any cleaning or can I prepare yourmeal? .