The best of life is built on what we say when we're in love.

It isn't nonsense, Katharine," she urged, "it's the truth, it's the only truth." Katharine was on the point of interrupting her mother, and then she was on the point of confiding in her.

They came strangely close together sometimes.

But, while she hesitated and sought for words not too direct, her mother had recourse to Shakespeare, and turned page after page, set upon finding some quotation which said all this about love far, far better than she could.

Accordingly, Katharine did nothing but scrub one of her circles an intense black with her pencil, in the midst of which process the telephone-bell rang, and she left the room to answer it.
When she returned, Mrs.Hilbery had found not the passage she wanted, but another of exquisite beauty as she justly observed, looking up for a second to ask Katharine who that was?
"Mary Datchet," Katharine replied briefly.
"Ah--I half wish I'd called you Mary, but it wouldn't have gone with Hilbery, and it wouldn't have gone with Rodney.