Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened
by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in
the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and
flaming sunflowers. Presently, two carriages dashed down the hill, and drew
up before it. He was silent. But one day he came to me. It was impossible to meet the motion bodily. At last he took up his thoughts again: “I wonder if, some day, one
won’t need to rebel against customs and laws? If this discord will have gone?
Some day, perhaps—who knows?—the old won’t coddle and hamper the young,
and the young won’t need to fly in the faces of the old. “I suppose Paris is very, very distracting. "Poor creature!" ejaculated Wood. “You mean to tell me” he said, “that you have a
lover? While I have been keeping you! Yes—keeping you!”
This view of life he hurled at her as if it were an offensive missile. “I remember hearing
something about it. “I know.
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