I'm in a chronic muddle concerning Penhallow relationship.
And, as for Romney, of course you can speak to him about anything
you like except Lucinda. Oh, you innocent! To ask him if he didn't
think Lucinda was looking well! And right before her, too!
Of course he thought you did it on purpose to tease him.
That was what made him so savage and sarcastic."
"But WHY?" persisted Mrs. George, sticking tenaciously to her point.
"Hasn't George told you?"
"No," said George's wife in mild exasperation. "George has spent
most of his time since we were married telling me odd things about
the Penhallows, but he hasn't got to that yet, evidently."
"Why, my dear, it is our family romance. Lucinda and Romney are in love
with each other. They have been in love with each other for fifteen
years and in all that time they have never spoken to each other once!"
"Dear me!" murmured Mrs. George, feeling the inadequacy of mere language.
Was this a Penhallow method of courtship? "But WHY?"
"They had a quarrel fifteen years ago," said Mrs. Frederick patiently.
"Nobody knows how it originated or anything about it except
that Lucinda herself admitted it to us afterwards. But, in the
first flush of her rage, she told Romney that she would never
speak to him again as long as she lived.
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