“True enough. But that was owing to a neurosis, and you and Polly and Eustace, my grandmother and the life she made possible, did the sweeping. I am able to adjust myself, take life as I find it, that’s all.”
“Well, it’s a good deal! I’m wondering if you won’t go further and fall in love with Eustace.”
Gita stared at her. “With Eustace? What an idea! Why don’t you ask me if I don’t think of spoiling the very most ideal—and satisfactory—relationship that ever existed between a man and woman?”
“Well—that’s a matter of opinion.”
“Only one opinion under this roof.”
“Then you’ve changed—developed if you prefer it—less than I thought.”
“Odd if I should change in that respect.”
“Some women, you know, even women that have been inhibited for one reason or another. . . . You might fall in love with someone else. You’ve met a good many attractive men these last months.”
“None half as attractive as Eustace. He always both rests and stimulates me and his manners are flawless. More than can be said for most.”
“And do you mean to live like this for the rest of your life?”