“But isn’t that frightfully rare?”
Michael shook his head.
“No rarer than the males; but you don’t notice them, that’s all.”
Kenneth retired to find some more.
“And you’re sure you’ll be happy with her?” Mrs. Ross asked.
“As sure as I am that I shall be happy with anybody. I ought to be married to her by now. This delay that I’ve so weakly allowed isn’t going to effect much.”
Michael sighed. He had meant to be in Provence this month of May.
“But the delay can’t do any harm,” Mrs. Ross pointed out. “At any rate, it will enable you to feel more sure of yourself, and more sure of her, too.”
“I don’t know,” said Michael doubtfully. “My theory has always been that if a thing’s worth doing at all, it’s worth doing at once.”
“And after you’re married,” she asked, “what are you going to do? Just lead a lazy life?”