One can’t change one’s nature, which is one’s fate. Yet there is a sense of guilt in finding everything so easy.
Perhaps I shall have an awful old age? No, from forty to sixty is the best of life. I shall go on getting happier and happier. Because it takes almost nothing to make me as happy as I can bear.
But there is this terrible tiredness. Densley may be right. But one can’t marry just to escape fatigue. “Have you noticed, dear girl, that we have spent a whole evening together without argument?”
“I never argue, bless you.”
“You give me your blessing?”
“What need have you?”
“I’m neither dear nor in the least girlish.”
“You’re a girl, my dear, unspoiled by worldly women, the dearest I know—with a man’s mind.”
“It’s your fashionable patients, parasites, helpless parasites, I’m not blaming them, who make you think women are all cats.”