“And your mother thinks he’s a very sensible man, and we’re going into Paignton on Saturday, by the motor bus for him to buy me a proper engagement ring.”
“He’s a very good coucher, for I’ve heard Jordan say so; and I know he’s very nice looking, and I’m very glad about it, Daisy. It’s good news, for certain.”
“I never encouraged him, I’m sure,” declared Miss Finch, “but I always felt greatly addicted to him in a manner of speaking, Medora.”
“I hope you’ll be happy, but don’t hurry it; get to know each other’s natures well, and all that. And if you find you can’t agree about anything that’s vital to happiness, then part before it’s too late,” said her friend. “It isn’t given to every girl to do what I did, Daisy. You want a rare lot of courage, and the power to rise superior to the world against you.”
“He agrees with me in everything,” said Daisy.
“They always begin like that. But I feel you’re going to be one of the happy ones.”
“And you, too, I hope soon.”
“There are greater things than happiness, I find,” confessed Medora, “though like all young creatures, I used to put happiness first and last. But if you’ve got much in the way of brains, you can’t be happy for long. Jordan very soon learned me that.”
“Surely to God he’s going to make you happy?” asked Daisy.
“Oh, yes, but it’s the happiness of people at large he’s out for. He’s got a great mind and thinks in numbers, not in individuals, even though one of them’s his wife. That may sound sad to you.”