"I don't know how unusual it is, but it has happened more than once in our family. I remember my mother's hair once turned in that way. But my mother had much sadness in her life."
"Mrs. De Castro often speaks of your mother."
"She was a brave woman. You have never seen her portrait? Sometime at The Towers you must. And you can see on her temples just what I speak of. But your home-making will have just the opposite effect on you. If care makes the hair white, happiness ought to make it browner than ever."
"I suppose happiness is wholly a matter of illusion."
"I don't see that it makes much difference how we define it; the thing is to be happy. However, if what you say is so, you should cling to your illusions. Get all you can--I should--and keep all you can get."
"You don't mean to say you practise that?"
"Of course I do. And I think for a man I've kept my illusions very well."
"For a man!" Alice threw her head back. "That is very comfortable assurance."
He looked at her with composure. "What is it you object to in it?"
"To begin with," demanded Alice, "how can a man have any illusions? He knows everything from the very beginning."