"Bosh? Yes, I do. I think all vows bosh; but without asking you to agree to that, though I think I did ask the Bishop of Bellminster to, I do say this one is utter bosh. Why, your own people say so, don't they?"
"My own people? The people I suppose you mean don't say so. I took a vow never to marry—there were even more stringent terms—but that's enough."
"Well?"
"A vow," continued Stafford, "that you won't marry till you want to is not the same as a vow never to marry."
"No. I think I could manage the first sort."
"The first sort," said Stafford, with a smile, "is nowadays a popular compromise."
"I detest compromises. That's why I liked you."
"You're advising me to make one now."
"No, I advise you to throw up the whole thing."
"That's because you don't believe in anything?"