'Of course,' he said, 'I have no right to suppose you are going to give me your reasons.'
'No. That's why I shall never even consider marrying—so that I shall not have to set out my reasons.'
He had never seen that look in her face before. He made an effort to put aside the trouble of it, saying almost lightly—
'I often wonder why people can't be happy as they are!'
'They think of the future, I suppose.'
'There's no such thing as the future.'
'You can't say there's no such thing as growth. If it's only a garden, it's natural to like to see life unfolding—that's the future.'
'Yes, in spite of resolutions, you'll be trying the great experiment.' He said it wearily.
'Why should you mind so?' she asked curiously; 'you are not in love with me.'