So Joan mistakes anything odd for something great, and thinks that to be unusual is to be strong.

It's a mood of young people who have not yet waked up." They drove to the private stand and walked through into the paddock.
Millie Splay looked round at the gay and brilliant throng.

She sighed.
"There she is, moping in the drawing-room over Prince Hohenstiel--whatever his name is.

She _won't_ come to Goodwood.

No, she just won't." Yet Joan Whitworth did come to Goodwood that year, though not upon this day.
No one in that household had read the newspapers so carefully each day as Martin Hillyard.