“And how long is that to go on?”
“Till events have shaped their course in a way that will tell me what to do.”
“How shall you know that?”
“How does the twig know when the current takes it from the spot where it has been caught and carries it down-stream?”
“Oh, but you’ve got intelligence.”
“Any intelligence I’ve got implores me to keep on waiting.”
“So that you’re not going to be married right away?”
“I shall not be married till I see it’s the obvious thing to do.”
“Not even to me?”
“That’s different. I’ve already told you—”