Rose-Ann looked at Felix.
“We’re going to be married, that’s all,” said Felix.
“Yes,” said Clive reflectively, “people do.”
“You think we oughtn’t to?” asked Rose-Ann.
Clive rubbed his chin. “I really think it is my duty to make one last, however futile, attempt to dissuade you!”
“Why?” asked Felix.
“Because,” said Clive smiling, “you are so obviously in love with each other now—so obviously happy, just as you are.”
“And you think marriage will spoil that?” Rose-Ann asked.
Clive regarded them. “Well,” he said, “how many people do you know whose marital happiness you would be willing to take as your own?”
They were silent, Felix annoyed.