And since she cares for Mr.Majendie enough to accept him and to accept his sister, and the rather _triste_ life which is all he has to offer her, doesn't it look as if, probably, she knew her own business best ?" "I think," said Mr.Eliott firmly, "we may take it that she does." Miss Proctor's departure was felt as a great liberation of the intellect.
Mrs.Pooley sat up in her corner and revived the conversation interrupted by Miss Proctor.

Mrs.Pooley had felt that to talk about Mrs.Majendie was to waste Mrs.Eliott.

Mrs.Majendie apart, Mrs.Pooley had many ideas in common with her friend; but, whereas Mrs.Eliott would spend superbly on one idea at a time, Mrs.Pooley's intellect entertained promiscuously and beyond its means.

It was inclined to be hospitable to ideas that had never met outside it, whose encounter was a little distressing to everybody concerned.

Whenever this happened Mrs.Pooley would appeal to Mr.Eliott, and Mr.Eliott would say, "Don't ask me.