“Be married directly! Oh, Gerald!”
“Why not, darling? It will be the best answer to them.”
“What would your father say?”
“I know he will approve. Why shouldn’t he?”
“But—but everybody is talking about me.”
“What do I care?”
It suits some men to be in love, and Gerald looked very well as he threw out his defiance urbi et orbi. Neaera was charmed and touched.
“Gerald dear, you are too good—you are, indeed,—too good to me and too good for me.”
Gerald said, in language too eloquent to be reproduced, that nobody could help being “good” to her, and nobody in the world was good enough for her.