I am
not sure I should be happy enough to make him happy. It is a very
learned and intelligent and charming society, of course; but here,
THINGS HAPPEN. At Cambridge nothing happens--there is only
education. There is no revolution in Cambridge; there are not even
sinful people to be sorry for. . . . And he says himself that
Cambridge people are particular. He says they are liberal but very,
very particular, and perhaps I could not always act my part well.
Sometimes I am not always well behaved. When there is music I
behave badly sometimes, or when I am bored. He says the Cambridge
people are so liberal that they do not mind what you are, but he
says they are so particular that they mind dreadfully how you are
what you are. . . . So that it comes to exactly the same
thing. . . ."
"Anna Alexievna," said Benham suddenly, "are you in love with
Prothero?"
Her manner became conscientiously scientific.
"He is very kind and very generous--too generous. He keeps sending
for more money--hundreds of roubles, I try to prevent him."
"Were you EVER in love?"
"Of course.
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