"Then why do you work for it?" asked Janet.
"Because I didn't want to be a clog on my own people—because I wanted to be free to answer to myself."
"Then why don't you carry that idea further? Why make yourself free, simply to tie yourself up again at the first chance you get?"
"I don't call it tying myself up to marry a man I'm in love with and who loves me. That's happiness. I know I shall be perfectly happy."
Janet lifted her head and in a thoroughly professional manner blew a long, thin stream of smoke from between her lips.
"How long do you think that happiness is going to last?" she asked.
"I don't know."
"You chance it?"
"Yes."
"And then when the end comes you have not even got yourself to fall back upon. You're done for—sucked dry. You fall to pieces because you've sold your independence."