"Why not?" Sibylla asked, curious to probe her friend's mind.
"I don't know. No temptation—being sorry for John—being afraid—being, between ourselves, thirty-five. It all sounds rather mixed, but it results in a good resolution. And as for the future——" She frowned just a little. "Oh, it'll be all right, and a great deal better than I've been thinking lately."
"I must get more like you—not quite like you, but more like you. I must—I must!" Sibylla declared vehemently. "Has being thirty-five a great deal to do with it? Because then I can wait and hope."
"I should think it had a good deal to do with it," admitted Christine dispassionately. "Oh, well, I needn't run myself down too much. Really John has a good deal to say to it."
"I've Frank too."
"Yes, you have; and you're in love with your husband, my dear."
"That doesn't always make it easier."
"At any rate it keeps up one's interest in the whole affair," smiled Christine.
"You're happy, anyhow?"
"Happy? Yes, reasonably happy—and I suppose immorally too. At any rate, I'm settled, and that's really a comfort in its way."