"Beside her, eager, happy, flattered, walked C. Bailey, Jr., very conscious that he was being envied."
"I don't know what it is. It seems reasonable to me, mother."
"Clive, are you trying to make yourself sentimentalise over that Greensleeve woman?"
"I told you that I am not in love with her; nor is she with me. It's an agreeable and happy comradeship; that's all."
"People think it something more," retorted his mother, curtly.
"That's their fault, not Athalie's and not mine."