I think they all felt it.
They began to talk.
Cheneston did not talk; he leant back against the black cushions and stared into the garden with a white face.
IV
I do love life.
It's a perfectly priceless possession, sometimes I'm quite sorry to go to sleep and forget what has happened and what is going to happen. I suppose I am childish.
Cheneston makes everything so smooth and easy and charming. I never realised the enchanted atmosphere that money and good breeding creates. You feel as if you were continually being fêted. All the women in the set in which I live now are treated the same way. I cannot understand why they ever grow old or have to have their wrinkles massaged and their hair hennaed; none of the sort of things that make a woman grow old are allowed to come near them.
All the things, and the sights, and the feelings that are stale to Grace Gilpin and her chic friends are new to me—I sort of rush at them and mop them up. I can't help being thrilled and happy.
"You'll wear yourself out," Grace Gilpin says.
Yet the men seem to like my enthusiasm. I couldn't be blasé if I tried.