"Yet I sometimes feel as though I have been married several times," she said.
The words suggested a shocking fertility of imagination.
"My dear, what do you mean?"
Theresa laughed. "Just that. One knows so much one hasn't actually experienced."
"I hope not!"
"But I can't help it," she urged. "It's how I happen to be made."
Mrs. Morton moved uneasily. "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean. I suppose I am very old-fashioned." She was disappointed at the very moment when she thought she was beginning to understand her son's love for this pale, quick girl with the watchful eyes, whose glances half-alarmed her. She was glad when the door was opened. "Ah, here's Basil."
Theresa turned to him. "Basil," she said, "have you ever been in a balloon?"
"No."
"But you can imagine what it's like, can't you?"