Why? While the
front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of
underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as
much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back
chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?”
His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some
secret or forbidden or impossible lover. The
doleful procession at once assumed a festive character. She began to draw on her gloves thoughtfully. “It is very nice of you to come, but I do not
think for the present, at any rate, I could give him any other answer. What's it like, Joan?"
"It's a small key, with curiously-fashioned wards. “Come,” he said, “this is capital, capital. You know as well as I do that it was accident. “What else was I to do?”
For some seconds she stood watching him and both were thinking very
quickly. He destroyed her clumsily made dolls whenever he found them. He kissed her once on the lips with a passion of
which, during all their days of married life, he had given no sign. Prudence. ”
“I’ve been clearing up,” said Ann Veronica, brightly.
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