If she had, you would have talked with her all the time, and I should have been left to amuse myself.

You would have been discussing things, and I hate discussions.

She would have been hunting for first principles, and you would have been running about, trying to catch some for her.
Besides, she is coming herself some Sunday with that tiresome Mr.
Ratcliffe.

I don't see what she finds in that man to amuse her.

Her taste is getting to be demoralised in Washington.