“What you said about being brought up with a jerk in the middle of your thrill, when he spoke of a handsome lady. As if it mattered! Yet somehow it does to you, or it would not bring you up with a jerk!”
“And you think it doesn’t matter?” asked Dora.
“Of course not if you love him, and if you don’t, in the name of all that is sensible, don’t marry him. That sort of marriage is called sensible, I know. It is really the wildest and most awful risk.”
Dora stared.
“How do you know?” she asked.
“Of course I know, simply because I’m in love with Harry. Fancy being tied to a man for life without that! Gracious, it’s nearly six, and he was to call for me at home at six.”
“Oh, you can keep him waiting ten minutes,” said Dora. “We’ve only just begun to talk about the great point.”
May shook her head.
“I could keep him waiting,” she said, “but I couldn’t keep myself. I must go. Darling, I long to hear more, only you see I can’t stop now. Come and see me to-morrow morning. I shall be in till lunch time.”
Dora shrugged her shoulders, not in the least naturally but of design.