“It would be fun having you around until Fall—like old times.”
Hal laughed shortly.
“You’d care?”
“I’ve had a good long spell of Thornhill alone, you know. Next year I shan’t mind, because I’ll be away at school myself.”
“My Lord, Moira, have you anything more to learn?”
“Oh, yes, I could learn to be useful, for instance.”
“You manage to be most anything, if the notion strikes you.”
“I’m not so crazy to go,” she mused. “I imagine it’ll be rather awful. Formalities, lady lecturers, highbrow girls with shell-rimmed glasses. They’ve been cramming education down the throats of the fashionable young for a generation and what’s the result? Country clubs, prohibition, and a beastly war.”
“Cynical, eh?”
“No more than you would be, if you’d done nothing but read newspapers these last two years. I suppose now they’ll all combine and squeeze everything out of Germany that she has left—just as the Persians and the Greeks did, and the kings in the Bible. And there’ll be a lot of moralizing—more than ever. Of course, you’ll be glad. The victor is always spoiled.”