” “Quite. ” “You remembered. She thought of all sorts of odd and desperate expedients, and with passionate petulance rejected them all. I’ve had the rarest luck and fallen on my feet. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. ” “But how?” “I poured him out some port wine, and I said—let me see—oh, ‘You are going to be a grandfather!’” “Yes. The point is, I know all the tricks in finding a man. His ideas about girls and women were of a sentimental and modest quality; they were creatures, he thought, either too bad for a modern vocabulary, and then frequently most undesirably desirable, or too pure and good for life. There is so little abandon, so little real joyousness. ’ Mrs Sindlesham laughed lightly, but her eyes quizzed him. Of course, I don't believe she's what you would call flush. To love in such a way, it is excessively selfish.
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