England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction
"I think he's a dangerous man."
"Yes--he's so silly."
"You do mean--Anna?"
"I've said all I mean, Kate. Anna has come on very much of late. I've
dressed her, you know."
"Oh, that you can do!"
"That's why I'm such a happy woman. Teach Eva to dress badly!"
Again Kate's brows rose in remonstrance or question.
"Oh, no, I don't mean it, of course. What would be the good, when most
men don't know the difference?"
"You're certainly a good corrective to idealism."
"I ought to be. Well, well, Anna can look after herself."
"It isn't as if one positively knew anything against him."
"One might mind one's own business, even if one did," Christine
observed.
"Oh, I don't quite agree with you there. If one saw an innocent
girl----"
"Eva? Oh, you mothers!"
"I suppose I was thinking of her. Christine, did Sibylla ever----?"
"Not the least, I believe," said Christine with infinite composure.
"It's no secret Walter Blake did."
"Are there any secrets?" asked Christine. "It'd seem a pity to waste
anything by making a secret of it. One can always get a little comfort
by thinking of the pleasure one's sins have given. It's really your duty
to your neighbour to be talked about. You know Harriet Courtland's begun
her action? There'll be no defence, I suppose?"
"Has she actually begun? How dreadful! Poor Tom! John tried to bring her
round, didn't he?"
A curious smile flickered on Christine's lips. "Yes, but that didn't do
much good to anybody."
"She flew out at him, I suppose?"
"So I understood." Christine was smiling oddly still.
"And what will become of those unhappy children?"
"They have their mother. If nature makes mistakes in mothers, I can't
help it, Kate."
"Is she cruel to them?"
"I expect so--but I daresay it's not so trying as a thoroughly
well-conducted home."
"Really it's lucky you've no children," laughed Kate.
"Really it is, Kate, and you've hit the truth," Christine agreed.
Kate Raymore looked at the pretty and still youthful face, and sighed.
"You're too good really to say that."
Christine shrugged her shoulders impatiently.
"Perhaps I meant lucky for the children, Kate," she smiled.
"And I suppose it means ruin to poor Tom? Well, he's been very silly. I
met him with the woman myself."
"Was she good-looking?"
"As if I noticed! Why, you might be a man! Besides it was only decent to
look away."
"Yes, one looks on till there's a row--and then one looks away. I
suppose that's Christianity."
"Now really, I must beg you, Christine----"
"Well, Eva's not in the room, is she, Kate?"
"You're quite at your worst this afternoon." She came and touched her
friend's arm lightly. "Are you unhappy?"
"Don't! It's your business to be good and sympathetic--and stupid," said
Christine, wriggling under her affectionate touch.
"But John's affairs are ever so much better, aren't they?"
"Yes, ever so much. It's not John's affairs. It's---- Good gracious,
who's this?"
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