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488 pages, Hardcover
First published April 1, 1930
‘It’s a little hard on you. When you first met Vernon, you had no idea of this music business.�
‘I didn’t think it would be like this,� said Nell bitterly.
‘Well, it’s no good going back to what you didn’t think, is it?� ‘I suppose not.� Nell felt vaguely annoyed at Jane’s tone. ‘Oh!� she broke out. ‘You feel, of course, that everything ought to give way to his music—that he’s a genius—that I ought to be glad to make any sacrifice—�
‘No, I don’t,� said Jane. ‘I don’t think any of those things. I don’t know what good geniuses are, or works of art either. Some people are born with a feeling that they matter more than anything else, and some people aren’t. It’s impossible to say who’s right. The best thing for you would be to persuade Vernon to give up music, sell Abbots Puissants, and settle down with you on the proceeds. But I do know this, that you haven’t an earthly chance of getting him to give up music. These things, genius, art, whatever you like to call it, are much stronger than you are. You might just as well be King Canute on the sea shore. You can’t turn back Vernon from music.�
‘What can I do?� said Nell hopelessly.
‘Well, you can either marry this other man you were talking of and be reasonably happy, or you can marry Vernon and be actively unhappy with periods of bliss.�
Nell looked at her. ‘What would you do?� she whispered.
‘Oh! I should marry Vernon and be unhappy, but then some of us like taking our pleasures sadly.�