That's the truth
of it. Why do poor people care only for stories about the rich?
The same principle.'
'How clever you are, Amy!'
'Am I? It's very nice to be told so. Perhaps I have some
cleverness of a kind; but what use is it to me? My life is being
wasted. I ought to have a place in the society of clever people.
I was never meant to live quietly in the background. Oh, if I
hadn't been in such a hurry, and so inexperienced!'
'Oh, I wanted to ask you,' said Edith, soon after this. 'Do you
wish Albert to say anything about you--at the hospital?'
'There's no reason why he shouldn't.'
'You won't even write to say--?'
'I shall do nothing.'
Since the parting from her husband, there had proceeded in Amy a
noticeable maturing of intellect. Probably the one thing was a
consequence of the other. During that last year in the flat her
mind was held captive by material cares, and this arrest of her
natural development doubtless had much to do with the appearance
of acerbity in a character which had displayed so much sweetness,
so much womanly grace.
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