“Oh no! It is quite impossible. Come with me, both of you, and we will get some lunch at the Wyndhams’ and hear all about it by telephone.”
“Very well,” said Joe. “One moment, while I get my things.” She left the room. Ronald and Sybil were again alone together.
“You were saying when my cousin came in, that love was a very uncertain thing,” suggested Ronald, rather timidly.
“Was I?” said Sybil, standing before the mirror above the mantelpiece, and touching her hat first on one side and then on the other.
“Yes,” answered Ronald, watching her. “Do you know, I have often thought so too.”
“Yes?”
“I think it would be something different if it were quite certain. Perhaps it would be something much less interesting, but much better.”
“I think you are a little confused, Mr. Surbiton,” said Sybil, and as she smiled, Ronald could see her face reflected in the mirror.
“I–yes–that is–I dare say I am,” said he, hesitatingly. “But I know exactly what I mean.”
“But do you know exactly what you want?” she asked with a laugh.