'No, it isn't - if you marry Jennifer Cavilled . . . Oliver,
I know you love me. But in a strange way you want me
because I'm not a suitable woman for a Barrett to marry.
You are rebelling against your father.'
My father said the same thing a few days later when we
had lunch together at the Harvard Club in Boston.
'Son, you're in too much of a hurry. The young lady
herself is fine. The problem is you. You are rebelling, and
you know it.'