But these others were quite young still, and quite
attractive. They really definitely had faces. How different life
would be for them if they made the most of themselves instead of the
least. And yet--Scrap was suddenly bored, and turned away her thoughts
and absently ate toast. What did it matter? If you did make the most
of yourself, you only collected people round you who ended by wanting
to grab.
"I've had the most wonderful day," began Mrs. Wilkins, her eyes
shining.
Scrap lowered hers. "Oh," she thought, "she's going to gush."
"As though anybody were interested in her day," thought Mrs.
Fisher, lowering hers also.
In fact, whenever Mrs. Wilkins spoke Mrs. Fisher deliberately
cast down her eyes. Thus would she mark her disapproval. Besides, it
seemed the only safe thing to do with her eyes, for no one could tell
what the uncurbed creature would say next. That which she had just
said, for instance, about men--addressed too, to her--what could she
mean? Better not conjecture, thought Mrs. Fisher; and her eyes, though
cast down, yet saw Lady Caroline stretch out her hand to the Chianti
flask and fill her glass again.
Again. She had done it once already, and the fish was only just
going out of the room. Mrs. Fisher could see that the other respectable
member of the party, Mrs.
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