"Was I?" said Sybil, standing before the mirror above the mantelpiece, and
touching her hat first on one side and then on the other.
"Yes," answered Ronald, watching her. "Do you know, I have often thought
so too."
"Yes?"
"I think it would be something different if it were quite certain. Perhaps
it would be something much less interesting, but much better."
"I think you are a little confused, Mr. Surbiton," said Sybil, and as she
smiled, Ronald could see her face reflected in the mirror.
"I--yes--that is--I dare say I am," said he, hesitatingly. "But I know
exactly what I mean."
"But do you know exactly what you want?" she asked with a laugh.
"Yes indeed," said he confidently. "But I do not believe I shall ever get
it."
"Then that is the 'disagreeable and painful thing' you referred to, as
having happened this morning, I suppose," remarked Sybil, calmly, as she
turned to take up her cloak which lay on the sofa. Ronald blushed scarlet.
"Well--yes," he said, forgetting in his embarrassment to help her.
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