“I was just thinking could it be the person who has matched the silk so well. The same woman, I mean.”
“Oh, Nelly!”
“Oh, Marian! Do you suppose Marmaduke would spend an afternoon at the Louvre with a man, who could just as well go by himself? Do men match silks?”
“Of course they do. Any fly-fisher can do it better than a woman. Really, Nell, you have an odious imagination.”
“Yes—when my imagination is started on an odious track. Nothing will persuade me that Marmaduke cares a straw for Constance. He does not want to marry her, though he is too great a coward to own it.”
“Why do you say so? I grant you he is unceremonious and careless. But he is the same to everybody.”
“Yes: to everybody we know. What is the use of straining after an amiable view of things, Marian, when a cynical view is most likely to be the true one.”
“There is no harm in giving people credit for being good.”
“Yes, there is, when people are not good, which is most often the case. It sets us wrong practically, and holds virtue cheap. If Marmaduke is a noble and warmhearted man, and Constance a lovable, innocent girl, all I can say is that it is not worth while to be noble or lovable. If amiability consists in maintaining that black is white, it is a quality anyone may acquire by telling a lie and sticking to it.”
“But I dont maintain that black is white. Only it seems to me that as regards white, you are color blind. Where I see white, you see black; and——hush! Here is Constance.”