"I don't know. Laura is Audrey, and Audrey's a funny person."
"I used to think that Audrey wasn't a person—that she was made up of little bits of people stuck together."
"That's not bad, Sis. She is made up of bits of people stuck together."
"Yes; but the thing is, what makes them stick? Mr. Wyndham doesn't go into that, and that's Audrey. His work is clever—too clever by half—but it's terribly superficial."
Hardy meditated on that saying; then he began again.
"You've done a great deal for me, Kathy. I sometimes think that if you'd given your mind to it, you could have made something of Audrey. You know, poor little thing, she used to think she was very strong-minded; but she was more easily twisted about than any woman I know. That's what made her so fickle. If there's any truth in that stupid story of Wyndham's, she must have been like a piece of putty in her hands. I believe, if you could have got hold of her, you could have done her some good."
"I don't believe in doing people good."
"I do. I'm a case in point."
"No, you're not."
"I am. You did me good."