"Eustace is at Sandhurst now," said Daisy. "Talking of young love, I did have rather a pash for him."
"Daisy!"
"What's the matter?"
"You do say such terrible things."
"In fact," Daisy continued, "when I look back at my innocent girlhood, I seem to have spent my time falling in and falling out of love with lanky boys. And you, my darling Mary, are trying to make out that that kind of thing is serious. Well, if it was, my young life has been lived, for at present I couldn't fall in love with anybody."
"I believe I could," said Mary meditatively. "But not with Jemmie Alison. If you really think about it, marriage is terrible."
"Why?"
Here was Mary's opportunity to ask Daisy a few direct questions; but, when it came to the point, she could not bring herself to do so. She could not imagine that she would ever feel more intimate with any other girl than she felt with Daisy, and if she could not ask Daisy she could not ask anybody.
"Why?" her friend repeated.