“I wouldn’t worry about Phyllis if I were you,” Rose-Ann said to Felix coolly. “She’s perfectly able to take care of herself. Her plan is all right. She’s very young, and it won’t do her any harm to wait a year or two and learn a trade before she comes here to live. I think she’s a very sensible young woman, myself.”
It was time for Clive to go, for he was living out at Woods Point again. They discussed the studio for a few minutes, and then Felix put on his hat and accompanied Clive to the platform of the Illinois Central station a block away.
“Spring!” said Clive, sniffing the mild March breeze. “Tomorrow will be warm.”
“Clive,” said Felix, “what’s the matter with you, anyway? You’re really in love with Phyllis!”
“Who knows?” said Clive. “Sometimes I think I am, myself!”
“Well, then?”
“But there’s another question you haven’t considered. Is she in love with me?”
“Ask her and find out!”
“Oh, I’ve no doubt she thinks she is, at this moment. Just because I don’t seem to care whether she is or not! She’s a queer girl, Felix. You don’t understand her at all....”
“You exasperate me,” said Felix. “Marry her, and put an end to all this foolishness.”