"Because," replied Mrs. Jerrold, "it is too--too what, Edith?"
"Physical, perhaps," suggested Edith.
"It is a satyr-like sort of writing," suggested Norman.
"I should advise this person," said Edith--
"To keep still?" interrupted Eric.
"No, to go to work; that is what he or she needs."
"That is odd advice," said Mae; "suppose she--or he--is young, doesn't
know what to do, is a traveler, like ourselves, for instance."
"There are plenty of benevolent schemes in Rome, I am sure," said Edith,
a trifle sanctimoniously.
"And there's study," said Albert, "art or history. Think what a chance
for studying them one has here. Yes, Edith is right--work or study, and
a general shutting up of the fancy is what this mind needs."
"I disagree with you entirely," said Norman with energy. "She needs
play, relaxation, freedom." Then he was sorry he had said it; Mae's eyes
sparkled so.
"She needs," said Eric, pushing back his chair, "to be married. She is
in love. That's what's the matter.
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