‘Flora is shaping very well as a cook,’ said Nicholas. ‘I don’t know where she gets her talent—certainly not from either of us. She will make a good wife for somebody one of these days.’ ‘But men don’t want only that,’ said Jane, ‘though perhaps the better ones think they do. I was talking to Miss Doggett in the train the other day…’ Her sentence trailed off vaguely, for perhaps she too had difficulty in remembering what it was that men wanted.
