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Happiness
is
this
,
is
this
,
he
thought
.
"
But
why
should
I
ask
all
the
dull
women
in
London
to
my
parties
?
"
said
Clarissa
.
And
if
Mrs.
Marsham
gave
a
party
,
did
SHE
invite
her
guests
?
"
Poor
Ellie
Henderson
,
"
said
Richard
--
it
was
a
very
odd
thing
how
much
Clarissa
minded
about
her
parties
,
he
thought
.
But
Richard
had
no
notion
of
the
look
of
a
room
.
However
--
what
was
he
going
to
say
?
If
she
worried
about
these
parties
he
would
not
let
her
give
them
.
Did
she
wish
she
had
married
Peter
?
But
he
must
go
.
He
must
be
off
,
he
said
,
getting
up
.
But
he
stood
for
a
moment
as
if
he
were
about
to
say
something
;
and
she
wondered
what
?
Why
?
There
were
the
roses
.
"
Some
Committee
?
"
she
asked
,
as
he
opened
the
door
.
"
Armenians
,
"
he
said
;
or
perhaps
it
was
"
Albanians
.
"
And
there
is
a
dignity
in
people
;
a
solitude
;
even
between
husband
and
wife
a
gulf
;
and
that
one
must
respect
,
thought
Clarissa
,
watching
him
open
the
door
;
for
one
would
not
part
with
it
oneself
,
or
take
it
,
against
his
will
,
from
one
's
husband
,
without
losing
one
's
independence
,
one
's
self-respect
--
something
,
after
all
,
priceless
.
He
returned
with
a
pillow
and
a
quilt
.
