"A lovely place for it, no doubt!--but not quite a place, that I can see, to make the sentiment a relation." "Why not?
What more is required for a relation for me ?" "Oh all sorts of things, I should say! And many more, added to those, to make it one for the person you mention." "Ah that I don't pretend it either should be or CAN be.

I only speak for myself." This was said in a manner that made Mrs.Dyott, with a visible mixture of impressions, suddenly turn away.

She indulged in a vague movement or two, as if to look for something; then again found herself near her friend, on whom with the same abruptness, in fact with a strange sharpness, she conferred a kiss that might have represented either her tribute to exalted consistency or her idea of a graceful close of the discussion.

"You deserve that one should speak FOR you!" Her companion looked cheerful and secure.

"How CAN you without knowing-- ?" "Oh by guessing! It's not-- ?" But that was as far as Mrs.Dyott could get.