“I can’t face doing my hair and brushing skirts and keeping more or less in the fashion, that means about two years behind because I never realise fashions till they’re just going, even if I could afford to,—all my life.”
“Then why not do it now?”
“Because all my friends and relatives would object. It would worry them too—they would feel quite sure then I should never marry—and they still entertain hopes, secretly.”
“Don’t you want to marry—ever; ever?”
“Well—it would mean giving up this life.”
“Yes, I know. I agree there. That can’t be faced.”
“I should think not. Aren’t you going to have any pudding?”
“But why thirty? Why not thirty-one?”
“Because nobody cares what you do when you’re thirty; they’ve all given up hope by that time. Aren’t you two going to have any pudding?”
“No. But that is no reason why you should not.”