You know that." "That doesn't prevent my hoping you may develop--some day--into a normal God-fearing woman," retorted the other.
"And learn to thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love ?" Magda laughed lightly.

"I shan't.

At least, I hope not.

Judging from my friends and acquaintances, the condition of being in love is a most unpleasant one--reduces a woman to a humiliating sense of her own unworthiness and keeps her in a see-saw state of emotional uncertainty.
No, thank you! No man is worth it!" Lady Arabella looked away.

Her hard, bright old eyes held a sudden wistfulness foreign to them.
"My dear--one man is.