Immediately we
find that we can't go, you admit that you hated it."
"But you wanted to go," objected Lady Cressage, quietly.
"That was the important thing. What I wanted or did
not want had nothing to do with the matter."
Celia's face clouded momentarily. "Those are not the
kind of things I like to hear you say," she exclaimed,
with a certain vigour. "They put everything in quite
a false light. I am every whit as anxious that you should
be pleased as that I should. You know that well enough.
I've said it a thousand times--and have I ever done
anything to disprove it? But I never can find out what
you do want--what really will please you! You never
will propose anything; you never will be entirely frank
about the things I propose. It's only by watching
you out of the corner of my eye that I can ever guess
whether anything is altogether to your liking or not."
The discussion seemed to be following lines familiar
to them both. "That is only another way of saying
what you discovered long ago," said Lady Cressage,
passively--"that I am deficient in the enthusiasms.
But originally you were of the opinion that you had
enthusiasms enough for two, and that my lack of them would
redress the balance, so to speak. I thought it was a very
logical opinion then, and, from my own point of view,
I think so now.
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