Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:”
Hobart hummed as he moved away.
“Fancy rhyming ‘holly’ with such a sentiment!” I cried after him.
Nichola stood nodding her head.
“Che!” she said, “I said a word to him about the universe. He understood. Some good will come.”
She went away muttering and Pelleas and I changed eyes.
“Pelleas,” I said wonderingly, “she has ideas!”
We had already surprised her in an emotion or two; but of course ideas are another matter.
“More and more,” Pelleas said meditatively, “I suspect people of ideas. They seem sometimes to have ideas when they have no minds. I dare say they are acted on by emanations.”
“But, Pelleas,” I said, “think of old Nichola going alone to that hospital on her Thursday evenings. Think of her understanding that Helping is why, and quoting from Isaiah!”