“Yes, but maybe later. They
walked in silence. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still
the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the
same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about
them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. We can’t afford to
turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our
goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. “What
have I been all this time?” she asked herself, and answered, “Just stark egotism,
crude assertion of Ann Veronica, without a modest rag of religion or discipline
or respect for authority to cover me!”
It seemed to her as though she had at last found the touchstone of conduct. Her husband stared at her over the candle flame.
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