Beyond the Rocks

Hector had gone from Monte Carlo to Venice, and then to Paris, where he

had been for more than a month, and she had heard that men could become

quite infatuated and absolutely ruined by these creatures. So for him to

have taken a fancy to a married American was considerably better than

that. She had met several members of this nation herself in England, and

were they not always very discreet, with well-balanced heads! So

altogether the puckered frown soon left her smooth brow, and she was

able to resume the knitting of a tie she was doing for her son, with a

spirit more or less at rest, though she sighed now and then as she

remembered Morella Winmarleigh could not be expected to wait

forever--and her cherished vision of perfectly behaved, vigorously

healthy grandchildren was still a long way from being realized. For with

such a mother what perfect children they would be! This was always her

final reflection.