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"Probably immoral people," said Sylvia indifferently "Drop it on the coals, Grace"

But Mrs Ferrall reopened the book where she had laid her finger to mark the place "Do you think so?" she asked

"Think what?"

"That rotten books and plays come from morally rotten people?"

"I don't think about it at all," observed Sylvia, opening another letter impatiently

"You're probably not very literary," said Grace mischievously

"Not in that way, I suppose"

Mrs Ferrall took another bonbon: "Did you see 'Mrs Lane's Experi into her cheeks

"You thought it very strong, I suppose?" asked Grace innocently

"I thought it incredible"

"But, dear, it was sheer realise to tell facts why not have the courage to applaud?"

"If that is truth, it doesn't concern me," said Sylvia "Grace, ill you pose, even if you are married? for you have a clean hed Mrs Ferrall, closing her book again, but keeping the place with her finger; "and that's why I'm so curious about all these depraved people I can't understand riters have not found out that oed to make ourtheir ronises as feminine; they ascribe to us instincts which we do not possess, passions of which we are ignorant--a ridiculouspresence of love Pooh! If they only knehat a small part love plays with us, after all!"

Sylvia said slowly: "It sometimes plays a small part, after all"

"Always," insisted Grace with eirl knohat it is, whatever her suspicions may be When she marries, if she doesn't marry from family pressure or from her own motives of common-sense ambition, she marries because she likes the man, not because she loves him"

Sylvia was silent

"Because, even if she wanted to love hirained innocence which men encounter that they don't allow for or understand in us Even after we are married, and whether or not we learn to love our husbands, it remains part of us as an educated instinct; and it takes all the scientific, selfish ruthlessness of aus ever comprehend the motives attributed to us in romance or in that parody of it called realism Love is rarer with us than lad of it," she said maliciously, with a final snap of her pretty teeth