“That is, you’ve never taken anything up except in the long run to throw it down?”
“Your expressions are too harsh. One doesn’t throw down everything one doesn’t want. One sets it aside.”
“And would it be discreet to ask why you—why you set certain things—and people—aside?”
She looked at the fire as if considering.
“Do you mean—men?”
“To narrow the inquiry down, suppose I say I do.”
“And”—she threw me a swift, daring glance—“and marriage?”
“That defines the question still further.”
Her words came as the utterance of long, long thoughts.
“One couldn’t marry a man one didn’t trust.”