"Are you trying to make an honest woman of me, Lucy Pym?"
"That is the general idea. I feel so sorry for him, being left-"
"My-good-woman," Lux said, stabbing a forefinger at Lucy with each word, "never be sorry for Edward Adrian. Women spend the best years of their lives being sorry for him, and end by being sorry for it. Of all the self-indulgent, self-deceiving —»
"But he has got a Johannisberger."
Lux stopped, and smiled at her.
"I could do with a drink, at that," she said reflectively.
She walked on a little.
"Are you really leaving Teddy high and dry?" she asked.
"Yes."
"All right. You win. I was just being a beast. I'll go. And every time he trots out that line about: 'Oh, Catherine, how weary I am of this artificial life' I shall think with malice: That Pym woman got me into this."