Other people", Rose thought. "Other people and their bloody love.

“Look how beautiful the green lawns of the park are in the misty evening light, …”

“He's a man, she thought, and the very word gave her s frisson, a lurch inside.”

“More talk of love would lead to the difficulties surrounding...Oh, God, he love…”

“Papa," she said easily, happily, walking across the park with him to the Albert…”