The Lady of Shalott

en the answer was of great complexity? He said unhappily:
　　"I don't know."
　　Her eyes searched him gravely. Luscombe feltthoroughly ill at ease. He was making a mess of this. The girl must wonder – clearly was wondering. Any girl would.
　　He said, "You mustn't think – I mean it'sdifficult to explain. Your mother is, well, rather different from –” Elvira was nodding energetically.
　　"I know. I'm alwaysreading about her in the papers. She's something ratherspecial, isn't she? In fact, she'srather a wonderful person."
　　"Yes," agreed theColonel. "That's exactly right.She's a wonderful person. He paused and then went on. But awonderful person is very often –” He stopped and startedagain – "it's not always a happything to have a wonderful person for a mother. You can take that from me because it's the truth."
　　"You don't likespeaking the truth very much, do you? But I think what you'vejust said is the truth."
　　They both sat staring towards the big brass boundswing doors that led to the world outside.