They had moved in a circle where politics and politicians held a first place--a circle removed above the glamour of art, and wherein Bohemianism was not reckoned an attraction.

She knew that behind his listlessness of manner he possessed a certain steady energy, perfect self-command, and that combination of self-confidence and indifference which usually attains success in the world.

She was ambitious not only for herself but for him, and she was shrewd enough to know that the only safe outlet for a woman's ambition is the channel of a husband's career.
"But," he said, "it will mean waiting." He paused, and then the worldly wisdom which he had learnt from his father--that worldly wisdom which is sometimes called cynicism--prompted him to lay the matter before her in its worst light.
"It will mean waiting for a couple of years at least.

And for you it will mean the dulness of a long engagement, and the anomalous position of an engaged girl without her rightful protector.

It will mean that your position in society will be quite different--that half the world will pity you, while the other half thinks you--well, a fool for your pains." "I don't care," she answered.
"Of course," he went on, "I must go away.