“What about Gerald?”
She pouted. “Gerald! Oh, well, but he laughs at me, and besides—— But come on and tell me all about it.”
She made a pretty picture as she sat there, her face alight with the eagerness of curious girlhood, and Roland felt to the full the fascination of such a confessional. “It was a long time ago,” he said, “and it’s all over now.”
“Never mind that,” Muriel persisted. “What was her name?”
“Betty.”
“And was she pretty?”
“Of course; I shouldn’t have been in love with her if she hadn’t been.”
Muriel tossed back her head and laughed. “Oh, but how absurd, Roland! Some of the ugliest women I’ve ever seen have managed to get husbands.”
“And some pretty hideous-looking men get pretty wives.”
“But I suppose the pretty wives think their ugly husbands are all right.”