'"It's Lapinova ... " she faltered, glancing wildly at him out of her great startled eyes. "She's gone, Ernest. I've lost her!"
Ernest frowned. He pressed his lips tight together. "Oh, that's what's up, is it?" he said, smiling rather grimly at his wife. For ten seconds he stood there, silent; and she waited, feeling hands tightening at the back of her neck.
"Yes," he said at length. "Poor Lapinova... " He straightened his tie at the looking-glass over the mantelpiece.
"Caught in a trap," he said, "killed," and sat down and read the newspaper.
So that was the end of that marriage.'
- Virginia Woolf, Lappin and Lappinova
