"That's a better reason still. You don't want to marry a beastly clever woman. You really don't."
"I'd risk it. That sort of cleverness doesn't last long."
"It would last your time," she said.
She rose. It was as much as giving him his dismissal.
He stood a moment watching her. She and all her movements still seemed to him incredible.
"Do you mind telling me where you're going to?"
"I'm going to Mummy." She explained to his blankness: "My stepmother."
He remembered. Mummy was the lady who was "the very one," the lady of remarkable resources.
It seemed to him then that he saw it all. He knew what she was going for.
"I see. Instead of your sister," he sneered.