"I'm sleeping at Claughton. Came back with Patricia yesterday. I want to hear how Merryl is after her change. Not strong yet, I'm told. Well?" And his quiet happy eyes looked into hers.
She was silent, gazing on the ground. "Not one word!" in a tone of surprise. "Why—Magda!"
"I don't see how you can expect—" She spoke resentfully.
"Not expect congratulations!"
"Of course—I do congratulate you. One always has to say that, I suppose," and there was a hard little laugh. "All the same—Rob, you did tell me—"
"What did I tell you?"
"That you didn't mean to marry."
"I told you that I had not seen the right girl—and I had not. While that was the case, I was a non-marrying man. But now, I have seen her! Which makes all the difference!"
"Yes, it means that you'll never want me!"
Rob laughed outright at the injured tone. It was too comic—from the point of view of a man, and especially of a man over head and ears in love!