"Have I got to give you an answer, Maisie? If so, it's only the one I've given you before. We'll be married when I get through college, and have found work."
"And when'll that be?"
"I'm sorry to say it won't be for another two years, at the earliest."
"Another two years, and I've waited three already!"
"I know you have. But listen, Maisie! When we got engaged I was only sixteen. You were only eighteen. Even now I'm only nineteen, and you're only twenty-one. We've got lots of time. It would be foolish for us to be married...."
She broke in, drily. "So I see."
"You see what, Maisie?"
"What you want me to see. If you think I'm dying to marry you...."
"No, I'm not such an idiot as that. But if we're in love with each other, as we used to be...."