"I mightn't. You see—things will change. Mums will come, and—and—I shall go away—with her. You know what will happen."
"Who knows anything about the future? But let it take care of itself. There's plenty to think of in the present, isn't there?"
"Too much!"
"Not for me. Can you bring yourself to agree to that plan I proposed? The screen——"
"Oh, I suppose it's the only thing to do! I've played bedroom scenes on the stage, and this——"
"Very well. That's settled, then."
"Ye-es. Except—about your belongings. I suppose Mrs. Mooney is sure to run in now and then to see how—we—are getting on."
"I'm afraid she will. Unless we tell her to stay out."
"We won't do that! I suppose your toilet things will have to be in my room—on that tallboy with the mirror which Mrs. Mooney evidently meant for them."
"If you can bear the contamination!"