It spoils all my pleasure, and everything may be so happy now.
What have you to be gloomy about _now_ ?" "Nothing, dear," said Mrs.Davilow, seeming to rouse herself, and beginning to take off her dress.

"It is always enough for me to see you happy." "But you should be happy yourself," said Gwendolen, still discontentedly, though going to help her mamma with caressing touches.
"Can nobody be happy after they are quite young?
You have made me feel sometimes as if nothing were of any use.

With the girls so troublesome, and Jocosa so dreadfully wooden and ugly, and everything make-shift about us, and you looking so dull--what was the use of my being anything?
But now you _might_ be happy." "So I shall, dear," said Mrs.Davilow, patting the cheek that was bending near her.
"Yes, but really.

Not with a sort of make-believe," said Gwendolen, with resolute perseverance.

"See what a hand and arm!--much more beautiful than mine.