"That's not what I'm asking you. I'm asking you if there wouldn't be ways in which it would be hard for you?"
The honesty in his eyes pierced her like a pain. "I shouldn't be thinking about that, you know. I should be thinking about you."
"Well, then, aren't there ways in which it would be hard for me?"
"Not any harder than it is now. It's pretty hard, isn't it?"
The tears sprang into her eyes, but she knew she must control herself. "Yes; but it's in the way of the ills I know. The ills I know not of might be worse."
"Oh, well, they wouldn't be that, you know."
"What about your people?" She sprang the question on him suddenly.
"They'd be all right—in time."
The qualification was like a stab. She spoke proudly. "I'm afraid I couldn't wait for that."
"You wouldn't have to wait for anything. They'd jolly well have to put up with what I decided to do. I've got all the say, you know. I'm the head of the family."