While they stood looking at each other, March came out to ask his wife if she would see Burnamy, and she permitted herself so much stratagem as to subst.i.tute Agatha, after catching her husband aside and subduing his proposed greeting of the girl to a hasty handshake.
Half an hour later she thought it time to join the young people, urged largely by the frantic interest of her daughter. But she returned from the half-open door without entering. "I couldn"t bring myself to break in on the poor things. They are standing at the window together looking over at St. George"s."
Bella silently clasped her hands. March gave cynical laugh, and said, "Well we are in for it, my dear." Then he added, "I hope they"ll take us with them on their Silver Wedding Journey."
PG EDITOR"S BOOKMARKS:
Declare that they had nothing to declare Despair which any perfection inspires Disingenuous, hypocritical pa.s.sion of love Fundamentally incapable of taking anything seriously Held aloof in a sarcastic calm Illusions: no marriage can be perfect without them Married life: we expect too much of each other Not do to be perfectly frank with one"s own country Offence which any difference of taste was apt to give him Pa.s.sionate desire for excess in a bad thing Puddles of the paths were drying up with the haste Race seemed so often without philosophy Self-sacrifice which could be had, as it were, at a bargain She always came to his defence when he accused himself