He said: "You have so much, mother.... It seems strange you should not

be more generous to a girl you have never seen."

His handsome, capable, and experienced mother gazed at him out of

friendly and amused eyes from which delusion had long since fled. And

that is where she fell short, for delusion is the offspring of

imagination; and without imagination no intelligence is complete. She

said: "I can be generous with any woman except where my son concerns

himself with her. Where anybody else's son is involved I could be

generous to any girl, even--" she smiled her brilliant smile--"even

perhaps not too maliciously generous. But the situation in your case

doesn't appeal to me as humorous. Keep away from her, Clive; it's

easier than ultimately to run away from her."




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