“You are too good for me,” she said in a low voice. Hilary threw up his eyes. “I believe that you are quite safe. Bravo!—the
best cly-faker of 'em all couldn't have done it better. But the people among whom she was now thrown through the
social exertions of Miss Miniver and the Widgetts—for Teddy and Hetty came
up from Morningside Park and took her to an eighteen-penny dinner in Soho and
introduced her to some art students, who were also Socialists, and so opened the
way to an evening of meandering talk in a studio—carried with them like an
atmosphere this implication, not only that the world was in some stupid and even
obvious way WRONG, with which indeed she was quite prepared to agree, but
that it needed only a few pioneers to behave as such and be thoroughly and
indiscriminately “advanced,” for the new order to achieve itself. After much clapping, they
started. “What nonsense is this? What raving! My dear child, you DO live, you DO
exist! You have this home. Denis, did you say? I hope that
no one of our friends has met with an accident. “I had no idea that it
was so abominably late. It’s all outside
the world of your experience.
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