“This house we are going to?”
“Yes—if the story’s true.”
“So that’s why he became a woman-hater.”
“Perhaps not quite so bad as that. I should say it made him a Utopian.”
“It’s the same thing,” said Rose-Ann. “It’s curious,” she added, “how many men nowadays—particularly interesting men—are afraid of women; afraid that being really in love will ruin their career, commercialize their art, or something—Are you afraid of me, Felix?”
“Not any more,” he laughed.
“Why, were you ever?”
“Afraid you didn’t really care for me,” he said.
“Yes, you were rather shy! But I liked you for it. And it was just as well, until I had made up my own mind.”
“How did you come to make up your mind? Why did you decide to marry me?”