But if his frame was immature, his looks were not so. I’m sorry. He brought his mother to call, and as you know the Countess goes scarcely anywhere. “No, I mean that we should assemble ourselves in case your parents arrive home. But there are ways to learn more than a nun would teach. Be honest, and you will be happy. “You mean to tell me” he said, “that you have a lover? While I have been keeping you! Yes—keeping you!” This view of life he hurled at her as if it were an offensive missile. ‘Unheard of, ain’t it? To tell the truth, I half expected him to leave everything to one of his doxies. "All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. Why? While the front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?” His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some secret or forbidden or impossible lover.
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