She wouldn't understand." "Of course she wouldn't understand, but women always end in settling down to things they don't understand, when they get it through their heads it's got to be, and being just as contented, unless they're the kind who fetch up in lunatic asylums, and Sylvia isn't that kind.

The inevitable may be a hard pill for her to swallow, but it will never stick in her throat." Henry shook his head doubtfully.

He had been thinking it over since.
He had thought of it a good deal after dinner that day, as he sat with the unread book in his lap.

Sylvia's remarks about Rose diverted his attention, then he began thinking again.

Sylvia watched him furtively as she sewed.