She stared at him and thought the words,
“My husband, my husband. ’
For the space of half a minute, Gerald continued to scowl in silent frustration. You are
somebody’s secretary, are you not?”
It was plain that the subject was distasteful to her, but Ennison, although famous
in a small way for his social tact, did not at once discard it. She found herself asking more and more curiously, “Why, on the principle
of the survival of the fittest, have I any sense of beauty at all?” That enabled her
to go on thinking about beauty when it seemed to her right that she should be
thinking about biology. Jack in all probability,
would have escaped, if Langley, who was left in the Lodge, had not been
alarmed at the noise and rushed thither. “What do you mean?” she asked. “This,” he said, and then: “No! Is this
sweeter? Very well. It was as if her aesthetic sense had become inflamed. .
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