would certainly make an end to the acquaintance.

"Ask them not to tell," George had suggested.

Impossible to think of such a thing: it would be to teach them deceit.

"Well, I'll ask them."

"But that would be just as bad. No--if they tell, it cannot be helped.
And after all--"

"Well, after all...?"

"After all--what would it matter?"

George said: "It would matter to me--a lot."

He glanced at her, but she was looking after Angela and David. He
asked: "Wouldn't it matter to you?"

She flushed a little; answered, with her eyes still averted towards
the children, "Why--why, of course I should mind. I mean--"

But there are meanings for which it is difficult to find clothes in
which they may decently take the air; and here the wardrobe of Mary's
mind stood wanting.

George enticed. "Do you mean you would be sorry not to--not to--"

He also found his wardrobe deficient.