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256 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1960
Her confused anger towards Peter had resolved itself into satisfaction that she could show off to him how well she had done for herself. And indeed allow herself the pleasure of flirting with him a little, making him aware of what he might have had, had his eyes been wider open. Foolish Peter. She could have made much more of him than Sophie ever would. (pg. 258)
She agreed sedately, and revolved in his arms, seeing with secret satisfaction the admiration in his eyes at last. She would like to have shaken him and said, "Why couldn't you see that I'd have made you a better wife than Sophie?"
Excitement and pride made her heart swell and her eyes glitter.
Then she turned and saw the tall figure of her husband in the doorway [...] He was waiting for her to say something. What was there to say, except that she wished he were not there?
"Who picked the flowers?" she asked at random.
"Mabel Kingi, I expect. But you'll have to train her as a servant. She's lazy and ignorant."
He crossed the room towards her. "Well, what do you think of her house?"
My house! she longed to say. She had come so far and been so determined. She deserved a reward all for herself, not one to be shared.
"It's very fine," she murmured, not looking up into his face which she knew would be full of pride for something he had created. She didn't want it to be his creation, but hers.