"Then I will not be wonderful any more." "It is not because I think you wonderful, but because other people will.
Would you rebuild a great house ?" hesitatingly.
The fine line of Betty's black brows drew itself slightly together.
"No," she said.
"Wouldn't you ?" "How could the man who owned it persuade me that he was in earnest if he said he loved me?
How could I persuade him that I was worth caring for and not a mere ambitious fool?
There would be too much against us." "Against you ?" repeated Lady Anstruthers.
"I don't say I am fair," said Betty.

"People who are proud are often not fair.

But we should both of us have seen and known too much." "You have seen me now," said Lady Anstruthers in her listless voice, and at the same moment dinner was announced and she got up from the sofa, so that, luckily, there was no time for the impersonal answer it would have been difficult to invent at a moment's notice.

As they went into the dining-room Betty was thinking restlessly.

She remembered all the material she had collected during her education in France and Germany, and there was added to it the fact that she HAD seen Rosy, and having her before her eyes she felt that there was small prospect of her contemplating the rebuilding of any great house requiring reconstruction.
There was fine panelling in the dining-room and a great fireplace and a few family portraits.