Her strongest impulse, the impulse to create happiness, to repair, as her father had once described it, crippled destinies; this impulse urged her now to help Patty's pathetic romance in every way in her power.

It would be very fine if Stephen cared enough to forget what he was losing.

It would be magnificent, she felt, but it would not be masculine.

For she had had great experience; and though men might vary in a multitude of particulars, she had found that the solidarity of sex was preserved in some general code of emotional expediency.
"Do you think," Vetch was making another attempt to explain his meaning, "that he is seriously interested ?" "I am perfectly sure," she replied, "that he is more than half in love with her." "Is he the kind, then, to let himself go the rest of the way ?" She shook her head.

"That I cannot answer.