“Why?”
My cousin played round the question. “She’s an immortal, for example, with a past.”
“Simply makes her more interesting.”
Melville tried to enter into her point of view. “You think,” he said, “she would go to London for him, and marry at St. George’s, Hanover Square, and pay for a mansion in Park Lane and visit just anywhere he liked?”
“That’s precisely what she would do. Just now, with a Court that is waking up——”
“It’s precisely what she won’t do,” said Melville.
“But any woman would do it who had the chance.”
“She’s a fool,” said Lady Poynting Mallow.
“She doesn’t even mean to marry him; it doesn’t enter into her code.”