For Amy had always been in the room.
For this thinking, fresh fuel was given by Joe's weekly visits here.
There was not much talk of Amy now, her name had subtly dropped away, but Ethel could feel it behind the talk.

"It would always be there!" she would cry to herself.

"Well, and why not ?" she would demand.

"Why be such a jealous cat?
Would you let that hold you back ?" It was all so involved, this Amy part, with Ethel's own earlier visions of happiness and a love of her own.

Was this really love--this queer, leaping feeling, up and down, hot and cold, uncertain, tense, unhappy, hungry, undecided?
"Oh, if I could only make up my mind!" When with Joe, she had many moods.