"Selfishness?"
"Yes. I'm selfish, and Oscar is, and Flora, and George Dalton, and most of the people we know. And we are all bored to death. If being unselfish is interesting, why not let us be unselfish?" Her lively glance seemed to challenge him, and they laughed together.
"I know what you mean."
"Of course you do. Everybody does who thinks."
"And so you are going to wait for the next plane to do the things that you want to do?"
"Yes."
"But why—wait?"
"How can I break away? I am tied into knots with the people whom I have always known; and I shall keep on doing the things I have always
done, just as I shall keep on wearing pale purples and letting my skin get burned so that I may seem distinctive."
It came to him with something of a shock that she did these things with intention. That the charms which seemed to belong to her were carefully planned.