"He will at any rate do his best to do so," said Rachel, "and will rob no man in the doing it. What do you mean to do with yourself?"
"Stick to the ship till it sinks, and then go down with it."
"And your sisters?"
"They are of the same way of thinking, I take it. They are not good at inventing any way of getting out of their troubles; but they know how to endure."
"Now, Frank," said she, "shall I give you a bit of advice?"
"Oh yes! I like advice."
"You wanted to kiss me just now."
"That was natural at any rate."
"No, it wasn't;—because you and I are two. When a young man and a young woman are two they shouldn't kiss any more. That is logic."
"I don't know about logic."