"There is no reason in your life.

There is nothing ugly that could offend her or hurt her.

The reason, the real reason, probably lies in the fact that if she were thinking of caring for anyone it would be for that attractive young schoolmate she brought up here for me to exercise my wits upon.

It is very likely that she regards me in the light of a grandfatherly person to whom she can come with her joys or her problems, as frankly as she has now." So Peter asked if the irises crossed the brook and ran down both sides.
Linda sat on a packing case and concentrated on the iris, and finally she announced that they did.

She informed him that his place was going to be natural, that Nature evolved things in her own way.