"My dear lady," said Hunt-Goring, "you always took things too seriously."
She gave a brief sigh, and took up her work again. "Life is rather a serious matter, I find," she said, with a smile that was scarcely gay.
"Nonsense!" said Hunt-Goring.
"Don't you find it so?" Daisy did not look up again; she stitched on rapidly with the child leaning against her knee.
"I?" he said. "Oh, sometimes it seems so, when things don't fit. But I don't care, you know. I have a volatile mind, I am glad to say."
"Are you never afraid of growing old?" asked Daisy.
He laughed his soft, self-satisfied laugh. "Oh, really, you know, I don't think they will let me do that at present."
"You never think of getting married?" asked Daisy.
Hunt-Goring's smile changed a little, grew subtly harder. "Most people think of it at one time or another." he observed. "But personally I do not regard myself as a marrying man."
"And you are never lonely?" she said.