"Those flower-beds and gravel walks in there--I don't know whether they belong to you or to Mrs.Malcourt or to Portlaw; and I don't care.

The accidental ownership of property will not prevent my entering it; but its ownership by you would prevent my accepting your personal invitation to use it or even enter it.

And now, perhaps, you understand." Malcourt, very white, nodded: "It is so useless," he said--"all this bitterness.

You don't know what you're saying....

But I suppose you can't help it....