6/17 She had--how can I put it ?--it seems brutal when she is such a dear--but she had so little stuff in her; it was as if she had to find it all the time in other things and people. She is like a glass of water that would like to be wine, and she has no wine in her; it could only be poured in, and there's not room for much. At best she can only be _eau rougie_.' Gerald laughed. 'How you see things, and say them! Poor Miss Jakes!--that's her name, isn't it? She knows a lot about everything, and has been everywhere, and has kept all her illusions intact--a queer mixture of information and innocence. |