"If you repudiate such a proceeding with such energy, why do you like her for it?"
"It isn't what I like her for."
"What else, then? That's intensely characteristic."
Mrs. Alsager reflected, looking down at the fire; she had the air of having half-a-dozen reasons to choose from. But the one she produced was unexpectedly simple; it might even have been prompted by despair at not finding others. "I like her because you made her!" she exclaimed with a laugh, moving again away from her companion.
Wayworth laughed still louder. "You made her a little yourself. I've thought of her as looking like you."
"She ought to look much better," said Mrs. Alsager. "No, certainly, I shouldn't do what she does."
"Not even in the same circumstances?"
"I should never find myself in such circumstances. They're exactly your play, and have nothing in common with such a life as mine. However," Mrs. Alsager went on, "her behaviour was natural for her, and not only natural, but, it seems to me, thoroughly beautiful and noble. I can't sufficiently admire the talent and tact with which you make one accept it, and I tell you frankly that it's evident to me there must be a brilliant future before a young man who, at the start, has been capable of such a stroke as that. Thank heaven I can admire Nona Vincent as intensely as I feel that I don't resemble her!"
