a sentence without bringing in the name of her lover. One would have thought Darius was the Oracle. Considering the manner of man he was, it was absurd and it was piteous.
Darius had no objection to her finishing out the run of Wild Hyacinth. But after this season, of course, she would retire. Darius had bought a town house. No, not a big place on the Avenue; Darius hated show. A dear little house in the East Seventies; Darius had said that was the smartest thing now. Very plain outside, and a
"Are you dreadfully in love with him?"
"I suppose so...I don't know...Don't ask me to examine my feelings!"
"Look at her!" cried Mrs. Brunton. "Isn't that enough? Radiantly happy!"
"But if you're going to marry the man," said Mme. Storey, laughing, "surely you must know the state of your feelings!"