She spoke wistfully and Neisa remarked,
“I am certain that you will find someone who will. But you do realise that my mother lived a very strange and unusual life and, although she never complained, much of it was very uncomfortable.”
“Did she mind?”
“She was so much in love with Papa that, if they had told her she had to live on the pavement like some of the Indian beggars do, I believe she would have accepted it quite happily just because she was with him.”
“That is what I want,” asserted Carol. “You don’t understand, Neisa. I want to love someone who loves me and who is not in the least interested that I am rich enough to buy him anything he wants.”
Neisa put out her hand and laid it on Carol’s arm.
“I am sure, dearest, you will find a man like that. It upsets me to see you so
