Mary Gibson

Perhaps, she wondered, across the gulf of wealth and class that separated them, it really was possible to find friendship.

And Kate couldn’t help comparing Johnny to Martin, whose mother had given him all that material wealth could supply but not one ounce of love. She knew which of the two men was the richer.

the apple never fell far from the tree.

She loved you, but she didn’t love herself – and that was never your fault

Until one day I realized nothing I did would ever be good enough – because she just didn’t like me!

The Bermondsey Triptych is apparently worth twice as much with a dramatic story attached to it – jealous lover, fisticuffs with the artist at its first showing, and who is this mysterious muse from Bermondsey who caused all the fuss?

Whatever Ethel might say about there being no class distinctions with people of like mind, I don’t believe she’s right.

Part of her thought she should just let it go, but she had told Johnny they could still be friends, and a friend wouldn’t leave him to go the way of his mother.

and she’d not wanted to seek him out, for fear of what she might find.

nequal matches are… full of challenges, my dear young Kate.’