"Then it would depend on whether or not it was—Diane."
"And if it was Diane?"
"I should be very glad."
"Why?"
She slipped her arm through his and snuggled up to him.
"Oh, for a lot of reasons. First, because I've always supposed you'd be getting married one day; and I've been terribly afraid you'd pick out some one I couldn't get along with."
"Have I ever shown any symptom to justify that alarm?"
"N—no; but you never can tell—with a man."
"Can you be any surer with a woman?"
"No; and that's one of my other reasons. I'm not very sure about myself."