'How can life be like a play? It's hopeless to attempt it,' she said rather sadly.
'Edith, do you think if Bruce knew—how much you liked Aylmer—he would have written that letter?'
'No. And I don't believe he would ever have gone away.'
'Still, I think you ought to send Aylmer away now.'
'Why?' she repeated. 'Nothing could be more intensely correct. Mrs
Ottley's staying with me—why shouldn't I have the pleasure of seeing
Aylmer because Bruce is having a heavenly time on board ship?'
'I suppose there's that point of view,' said Vincy, rather bewildered.
'I say, Edith!'
'About Bruce having a heavenly time on board ship—a—she always grumbles; she's always complaining. She's never, never satisfied… She keeps on making scenes.'
'So does Bruce.'
'Yes. But I suppose if there's a certain predicament—then—Oh,
Edith—are you unhappy?'
'No, not a bit now. I think I'm only really unhappy when I'm undecided. Once I've taken a line—no matter what it is—I can be happy again. I can adjust myself to my good fortune.'