“I wish I were as confident as you!”
“You must be,” she answered firmly. “You mustn’t feel any other way. The house is all ready, and you are all ready, and––that’s all there is to it.”
“And Frances is all ready?”
“When she promised to marry you she was ready,” she declared. “You don’t understand. I guess women are different from men. They––they don’t make promises like that until they are quite sure, and when they are quite sure they are quite ready. This last year should have been hers. You made a mistake, but there’s no sense in keeping on with the mistake. Oh, I’m quite sure of that.”
She was wearing a light scarf,––this was at Jacques’,––and she drew it over her shoulders. Somehow, the unconscious act reminded him of a similar act on the beach at Coney....