"We've no time for any Bedlam
scenes now. 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. And Suzanne, even that she has behaved to me not at all
like a mother, would also not have said. I’ve—dreads. She visited the corner that had been her own
little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed
into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered
that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she
had been wont to read her secret letters. "
"You would purchase it at the price of your head," replied Jonathan, knitting his
brows. Mr. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. “Because you used to be my friend, Lucy, and now I
don’t get to see you anymore unless I can get into your
house. "At least I'll try," replied Jonathan, sarcastically. One puts gloves on one’s greedy fingers.
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