Confessions of a Well-Meaning Woman
together, though of course she’s not everybody’s money.”
I explained to him that every one had gone to bed, but here he was quite immovable.
“I want to be the first to congratulate them,” he said.
Which I thought was handsome, when you remember how Phyllida threw herself at his head.
They are to be married as soon as Hilary’s company has been formed. He is very anxious that Arthur should join the board, but I am not sure that it is wise to undertake too many enterprises. One is always reluctant to refuse what is really a tempting offer—on a small scale—, but there are only twenty-four hours in the day. . .
One quite rubs one’s eyes when the younger generation knocks at the door in this way. How old would you say Phyllida was? Twenty-two, I assure you; and I know what I am talking about. It will be my boy’s turn next, I suppose; he is nearly thirty-one. And, though I do not want to lose him, I shall not be sorry to see him safely married.
I hope that Phyllida will make a success of her life. I have every reason to think she will, but I refuse to accept any responsibility for guiding young people to their affinities. After
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