"Being friends is one thing, Harold. Marrying is another."
"Very true, Margaret, very true."
"They are in love with one another."
"Rubbish, Margaret, rubbish."
"I watched them at the dinner-table and afterwards. They are man and woman, Harold. That's what you don't understand. They are not illustrations of your theories. Ask Robert."
"No," exclaimed Robert Pettifer. He hurriedly lit a cigar. "Any inference
I should make must be purely hypothetical."
"Yes, we'll ask Robert. Come, Pettifer!" cried Mr. Hazlewood. "Let us have your opinion."
Robert Pettifer came reluctantly down from his corner.
"Well, if you insist, I think they were very friendly."
"Ah!" cried Hazlewood in triumph. "Being friends is one thing, Margaret.
Marrying is another."