"I wonder if one goes through life like that,—always wishing for something different?"
Mervyn laughed slightly. "Is that your present state of mind?"
"I don't care for London. And I should like—very much—"
A pause.
"You would like—?" he said.
"One or two friends."
"A modest wish, at all events. Most people 'would like' one or two hundred."
"Would they?"
"Certainly. You are not in the swing of London society yet."
"My father does not care for society. But—one or two hundred friends!" incredulously.