She weighed this, a forefinger against a cheek.
“The big ways are those which indicate character, aren’t they? While the little ones only make for habits. Men differ as to their habits, but in character they’re all cut on the same pattern—two or three patterns at most.”
“But can’t you say the same of women?”
“Very likely; only I don’t have to marry a woman.”
Since she had become personal, I ventured to do the same.
“Oh, so it’s a question of marriage!”
“What other question is there when a girl like me is twenty-three? One has to decide that tiresome bit of business before one can tackle anything else.”
I grew bolder.
“Decide as to whom to marry—or whether or not to marry at all?”
“Suppose I said as to whether or not to marry at all?”