looking relieved. "We are now confronted with the question: Which of the two?"
"I can give no advice. It's a matter for your taste."
"It's not a matter of my taste," Mary pronounced, "but of their merits. We must weigh them and consider them carefully and dispassionately."
"You must do the weighing yourself," said Anne; there was still the trace of a smile at the corners of her mouth and round the half-closed eyes. "I won't run the risk of advising you wrongly."
"Gombauld has more talent," Mary began, "but he is less civilized than Denis." Mary's pronunciation of "civilized" gave the word a special and additional significance. She uttered it meticulously, in the very front of her mouth, hissing delicately on the opening sibilant. So few people were civilized, and they, like the first-rate works of art, were mostly French. "Civilization is most important, don't you think?"
Anne held up her hand. "I won't advise," she said. "You must make the decision."
"Gombauld's family," Mary went on
