“Of course. Why not? Life is perfect. When I look back on those long twenty-two years before I landed in Carteret Manor I can hardly realize my good luck.”
“Oh, I admit that. And you were doubly fortunate to have the mental equipment to make the most of it. But you’re missing something, you know.”
“I’m not.” Gita set her mouth obstinately. “Don’t talk that old tosh.”
“Call it what you like, but no woman escapes it. Even Polly is more than half in love with my brother.”
“Is she?” Gita opened her eyes. “She’s never said a word to me about it.”
“Bad sign, as you see her nearly every day. He’s been there to dine several times and I know they take walks together in the Park. I fancy the pursuit is on her side, but when a woman makes up her mind to marry a man she generally does.”
“Funny if Polly went back on that old hard-and-fast program of hers. And I don’t quite see her as the wife of a struggling young surgeon.”
“Nor I. But love has been known to do queer things to people. And Polly has the tenacity of the devil.”
“I always said she was far too good for her crowd, and I’ve seen signs more than once she was sick of it. But—well, but!”
“Exactly. She’ll blind herself and perhaps him for a time, but they’re not suited at all.”