Fancy taking a house in Pimlico or West Kensington, or one of those horrible places with a man to whom you have a violent attraction and consulting with your adored as to whether you could run to three maids and a Tweeny! The sordidness of it would be too disenchanting.
When I said something like that to Will, he flared up and we hurled nasty speeches at each other, and finally he walked off slamming the door--I used to hear that slam in my dreams sometimes--or it may have been Luke coming in late--the Tallants' hall door makes a particularly Kismetish bang.

That was our real parting, though it wasn't the last.
He wrote to me--a bitter sort of farewell.

And I did a mad thing.

I went to see him in his rooms.

But when I got there, his manner--something he said which offended me--one can't explain the unexplainable--started the scene all over again.