[...] Still, who could say what men ever were looking
for? They looked for what they found; they knew what pleased
them only when they saw it. No theory was valid in such mat-
ters, and nothing was more unaccountable or more natural
than anything else. If he had cared for her it might seem odd
he should care for Pansy, who was so different; but he had not
cared for her so much as he had supposed. Or if he had, he
had completely got over it, and it was natural that, as that
affair had failed, he should think something of quite another
sort might succeed. [...]