It was enough to drive you mad and again casting about, but not getting it, she hedged.
"It will have to be in the abstract, then."
"Very good. Let's have it in the abstract."
Yet even in the abstract! However, with an uplift of the chin that gave her, she felt, an air of discussing a matter in which she had no concern at all, she plunged.
"One never knows, don't you know, but it seems to me that if by any chance I did care for a man—not that it is in the least presumable that I ever shall—but if I did, why, then, no. He couldn't get rid of me, not unless he tried very hard, but if he didn't, then no matter what I heard, no matter how true it might be, I would cling to his coat-tails, that is, if he wore them, and if, also, he cared for a ninny like me."
Cassy paused, shook her docked hair and solemnly resumed: "Which, of course, he couldn't."
"I knew you would say that."
"Say what?" Previously flushed, she reddened. But there is a God. The room had grown dim.
"That you wouldn't cut and run."
She could have slapped him. "Then why did you ask me?"