“I have known nobody as happy as Papa and Mama were together,” Sacha had answered loyally.
“Well, I think it was sheer madness on your mother’s part,” Deirdre answered. “I am sure sometimes she longs for pretty clothes, for carriages, horses, servants and, of course, the company of distinguished and grand people who certainly do not find the Vicarage amusing.”
There was no use, Sacha thought, in using her mother as an example of what her cousin should do now. At the same time she was sure that Deirdre was making a mistake that she would regret bitterly in the years ahead.
“Of course I have quite a lot of money of my own,” Deirdre said as if she was following the train of her own thoughts, “but I have no intention of spending it on a man, when I expect him to spend his money on me.”
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