Again Claude's avowal was as ardent as the actual conditions called for. "Oh, I guess she's all right."
"So—what now?"
Claude rolled back toward his brother, raising his head slightly from the pillow. "Well—what now?"
"You're going to be married, I suppose?"
Claude lifted himself on his elbow. "Married on fifteen hundred a year?" He went on, before Thor could say anything, "If there was nothing else to consider!"
Thor felt stirrings of hope again. "Then, if you're not going to be married, what do you mean?"
"What do I mean? What can I mean?"
"Oh, come, Claude! You're not a boy any longer. You know perfectly well that a man of honor—with your traditions—can't trifle with a girl like that—or break her heart—or—or ruin her."
"I'm not doing any of the three. She knows I'm not. She knows I'm only in the same box she's in herself."
"That is, you're both in love, without seeing how you're going to—"