"Doesn't he know we're engaged? Would such a man allow himself for an instant——?"
"Of course he wouldn't. That's just what I argue, isn't it? He stops on here because he doesn't know what's happened to him yet, poor devil. When he finds out, he'll probably fly."
"You judge others by yourself, my dearest. Love! Why, he works too hard to waste his thoughts on any woman whatsoever. Never was a mind so seldom in the clouds."
"In the clouds—no; but on the earth—on the earth, and at your elbow."
"He's nothing of the kind."
"Well, then, you're always at his. Such a busy, bustling couple! I'm sure you're enough to make the very singing birds ashamed. When is he going?"
"When his money is laid out to his liking, I suppose. Not yet awhile, I hope."
"You don't want him to go?"
"Certainly I don't; why should I?"
"You admire him in a way?"