"And I suppose you mean Mary-ism too," she said.
"Yes, a certain sort of Mary-ism does it to me as well. But there's a Mary without the ism that I said I'd come back for.—Would you like this place?"
"Why?"
"To cultivate your Mary-ism. Or would you like to come to the North-West?"
"But why do you trouble about me?"
"I've come back for you. I said I'd come back for you. I am here."
There was a moment of tense silence.
"You have married Monica, now," said Mary in a low voice.
"Of course I have. But the leopard doesn't change his spots when he goes into a cave with a she-leopard. I said I'd come back for you as well, and I've come."
A dead silence.