"To the world's end," answered Jack, darting after him. Sometimes her
straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and
decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of
passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy. “Lucy, that is so sad. ”
The dinner came to an end at last, and the whiskered waiter presented his bill
and evacuated the apartment and closed the door behind him with an almost
ostentatious discretion. She has no proof—yet. She found herself asking more and more curiously, “Why, on the principle
of the survival of the fittest, have I any sense of beauty at all?” That enabled her
to go on thinking about beauty when it seemed to her right that she should be
thinking about biology. “No!”
“Don’t try and stop me. If not, I have plenty to
think about,” she answered, leaning back in her chair, and watching the smoke
from her own cigarette curl upwards. ’
His brows rose. ’
‘That’s better.
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