“I don’t know, exactly. It didn’t seem to, you know. Perhaps neither of us was properly inclined.”
“I should think so,” she said.
“And yet,” he admitted slyly, “I should like to marry—” To this she did not answer.
“Shouldn’t you?” he continued.
“When I meet the right man,” she laughed.
“That’s it,” he said. “There, that’s just it! And you haven’t met him?” His voice seemed smiling with a sort of triumph, as if he had caught her out.
“Well—once I thought I had—when I was engaged to Alexander.”
“But you found you were mistaken?” he insisted.
“No. Mother was so ill at the time—”
“There’s always something to consider,” he said.