She pondered that. She felt that he was wrong.
“But it does happen, doesn't it?” she had persisted.
He had been accustomed to her searchings for interesting abstractions for years. She used to talk about religion in the same way. So he smiled and said:
“There is a sort of infatuation that is based on something quite different.”
“On what?”
But he had rather floundered there. He could not discuss physical attraction with her.
“We're getting rather deep for eleven o'clock at night, aren't we?”
After a short silence:
“Do you mind speaking about Aunt Elinor, father?”
“No, dear. Although it is rather a painful subject.”