“Why not?”
“He doesn’t believe in marriage. And, Felix, one of the two people must believe in a marriage, for it to be a marriage!”
“Then marry—Herbert Bond.”
Herbert Bond was a staid young business man with whom Phyllis had flirted outrageously during her last quarrel with Clive.
“You said—any man I happened to like,” she protested.
“What kind of man do you happen to like, then?”
“Clive’s kind!”
“I suspected as much,” he said. “Well, then, marry one of Clive’s kind—but without Clive’s fatal weakness.”
“Not believing in marriage—is that his fatal weakness?”
“Not being able to believe in anything!—in marriage—in love—”