“Absolutely. It may be in store for me, but it hasn’t come yet.”
“We can’t any of us tell what is in store for us,” she said quickly.
“No. It might be in store for him, too, mightn’t it?”
“For Carl?”
“I hope not,” he said soberly. “I think that must be the biggest possible tragedy in anyone’s life.”
“So it isn’t very safe to go adventuring, is it?” she suggested.
“Safe? No. But it isn’t much of a man who won’t—for all that.”
“I have finished my dusting,” she announced, suddenly moving towards the door.
“No,” he protested. “You oughtn’t to neglect those books in the corner.”
“You said they didn’t matter.”