"Are you really fond of Miss Calthorpe, Jack?"
"Oh, I don't object to her; but of course the marriage is for purely business reasons."
"You're not in love with her?"
"Not the least in the world, old man," Jack responded cheerfully, blowing a ring of smoke and watching it intently as it sailed toward the ceiling. "But then she doesn't love me, so there's no bother of pretending on either side."
The color mounted in Dick's cheeks.
"Do you think it's the square thing to marry a young girl like that, and tie her up for life when she doesn't know what she's doing?"
"Oh, girls never know what they are doing. How should they know about marriage in any case? The man has to think for both, of course."
"But suppose she shouldn't be happy."
"Oh, I'll be good to any girl I marry. I'm awfully easy to live with. You ought to know that."
"But suppose," Dick urged again, "suppose she—"