.. in his desperate effort to make
conversation.
LUCY _considers this and him quite seriously._
LUCY. You're rather hard on women, aren't you ... just because they don't
have the chances men do.
TREBELL. Do you want the chances?
LUCY. I think I'm as clever as most men I meet, though I know less, of
course.
TREBELL. Perhaps I should have offered you the secretaryship instead.
LUCY. [_Readily._] Don't you think I'm taking it in a way ... by marrying
Walter? That's fanciful of course. But marriage is a very general and
complete sort of partnership, isn't it? At least, I'd like to make mine so.
TREBELL. He'll be more under your thumb in some things if you leave him free
in others.
_She receives the sarcasm in all seriousness and then speaks to him as
she would to a child._
LUCY. Oh ... I'm not explaining what I mean quite well perhaps. Walter has
been everywhere and done everything. He speaks three languages ... which all
makes him an ideal private secretary.
TREBELL. Quite.
LUCY. Do you think he'd develop into anything else ... but for me?
TREBELL. So I have provided just a first step, have I?
LUCY. [_With real enthusiasm._] Oh, Mr. Trebell, it's a great thing for us.
There isn't anyone worth working under but you. You'll make him think and
give him ideas instead of expecting them from him. But just for that reason
he'd get so attached to you and be quite content to grow old in your shadow
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