When it doesn't succeed, one's only got oneself to blame, that's all.

And it doesn't often succeed, not often, not often." She uttered these last words slower and slower, and shaking her head, she looked from the young woman's face to her hands, and then to her feet as though she had wished to undress her and see the very pores of her skin.

She must have found her better than she expected.
"My brother is perfectly free," she continued more stiffly.

"No doubt the family might have wished--one always makes projects.

But things take such funny turns.