‘I am sure,’ said Virginia, blushing a little, for she wasn’t used to talking about these things to anybody but Stephen, ‘that one should give up everything to follow love.’
‘But what love?’
Virginia blushed again. ‘Oh, mother—of course only the right love.’
‘You mean husbands?’
‘Well, of course, mother.’
Virginia blushed a third time. What could her mother imagine she was thinking of?
She went on with grave shyness: ‘Love—the right love—shouldn’t mind anything any one in the world says.’
‘I suppose it shouldn’t,’ said Catherine. ‘And yet——’
‘There isn’t any “and yet” in love, mother. Not in real love.’
‘You mean husbands,’ said Catherine again.