"You were rather in love with Harry, you know," she said.
"Which was very absurd, but—yes, I was. Only then Cecily came and—well, it was altogether too artistic for me even to want to interfere. If I had wanted, it would have made no difference, of course. They've been pressing me to go on living at Merrion, and I shall."
"Oh, if you could get nothing but a pigsty on the estate, you'd take it. Though I don't know what you'll find to do."
"To do? Oh, plenty! Why, they're only just beginning, and——!" The wave of her hands expressed the endless possibilities of a Tristram household.
"And gradually you'll glide into being an old woman like me—looking at the new generation!"
"Her children and his! There ought to be something to look at," said Mina wistfully. "But we've not done with Harry himself yet."
"Robert says he's too fond of making money, or he might do something in politics."
"It isn't money exactly. It's a good deal Blent. He wants to make that splendid. Perhaps he'll come to the politics in time."
"He's made you believe in him anyhow."