She didn't really
think he was the ideal companion for the open air. And he was struck, as
he had often been before, by her curious way of contradicting herself in
conversation. She took any side and argued in favour of it so long as it
was striking or romantic. At one moment she would say with the greatest
earnestness, for instance, that divorce should not be allowed. Marriage
should be for ever, or not at all. At another moment she would argue in
favour of that absurd contradiction in terms known as free love,
_forgetting_ that she had completely changed round since earlier in the
conversation. This was irritating, but he was still impressed with her
infallibility, and Edith remarked more every day how curious that
infallibility was, and how safe it was to trust. Whenever Madame
Frabelle knew that something was going to happen, it didn't, and
whenever she had an intuition that something was going to occur, _then_
it was pretty safe. It never would. In the same way she had only to look
at a person to see them as they were not. This was so invariable it was
really very convenient to have her in the house, for whatever she said
was always wrong.
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