He had argued with her many a time, just to see her in a harmless passion, and note how the youth of her came back, giving high colour to the wrinkled face, and how the eyes shone with a brightness which had been constant in them long ago.

They were now quarrelling over that ever-fruitful cause of antagonism--the second woman in the life of a man.

Yet, strange to say, the flamingo-like Eugenie Guise, was fighting for the second woman, not against her.
"I'll say it all again and again and again till you have sense, Orlando," she declared.

"Your old mother hasn't lived all these years for nothing.

I'm not thinking of you; I'm thinking of her." She pointed towards the door of another room, from which came sounds of laughter--happy laughter--in which a man's and a woman's voices sounded.