human
I am quite positive it _may be_, if properly managed, reiterated Lady Marabout.
gpt
You might second me a little, Philip.
human
Must you go? said his mother, looking lovingly on him.
gpt
You look tired, Philip. Don't you feel well?
human
Perfectly; but Cambridge had us out over those confounded Wormwood Scrubs this morning, and three hours in this June sun, in our harness, makes one swear. If it were a sharp brush, it would put life into one; as it is, it only inspires one with an intense suffering from boredom, and an intense desire for hock and seltzer.
gpt
I am very glad you haven't a sharp brush, as you call it, for all that, said Lady Marabout.
human
It might be very pleasant to you, Philip, but it wouldn't be quite so much so to me. I wish you would stay to luncheon.
gpt
Not to-day, thanks; I have so many engagements.
human
You have been very good in coming to see me this season--even better than usual. It _is_ very good of you, with all your amusements and distractions. You have given me a great many days this month, said Lady Marabout, gratefully.
gpt
Anne Hautton sees nothing of Hautton, she says, except at a distance in Pall-Mall or the Park, all the season through. Fancy if I saw no more of you! Do you know, Philip, I am almost reconciled to your never marrying. I have never seen anybody I should like at all for you, unless you had chosen Cecil Ormsby--Cecil Cheveley I mean; and I am sure I should be very jealous of your wife if you had one. I couldn't help it!
human
Rest tranquil, my dear mother; you will never be put to the test!
gpt
Perhaps it _is_ best he shouldn't marry: I begin to think so, mused Lady Marabout, as the door closed on him.
human
I used to wish it very much for some things. He is the last of his name, and it seems a pity; there ought to be an heir for Deepdene; but still marriage _is_ such a lottery (he is right enough there, though I don't admit it to him: it's a tombola where there is one prize to a million of blanks; one can't help seeing that, though, on principle, I never allow it to him or any of his men), and if Philip had any woman who didn't appreciate him, or didn't understand him, or didn't make him happy, how wretched _I_ should be! I have often pictured Philip's wife to myself, I have often idealized the sort of woman I should like to see him marry, but it's very improbable I shall ever meet my ideal realized; one never does! And, after all, whenever I have fancied, years ago, he _might_ be falling in love, I have always felt a horrible dread lest she shouldn't be worthy of him--a jealous fear of her that I could not conquer. It's much better as it is; there is no woman good enough for him.