“They are not very easy to find, are they?” he said.
The indomitable courage that Montague Rotherby had admired in her sounded in her reply. “Of course they are not easy. That’s just the best of life. We’ve got to work for everything worth having.”
“Some of us have to work for what isn’t,” he said.
“Yes. I’ve done that too,” she answered.
He lifted his eyes abruptly to hers, dark eyes that seemed to her to hold a curious protest. “And you’ve found it worth while?” he said.
She countered the question. “Have you?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t say I’d done it.”
“But you know what it feels like,” she said.
He smiled at that. “You are very shrewd. Well, I have done it. But I don’t see any results—any decent results. I never shall see any.”
“Does one ever really get results before the work is done?” said Frances.