“Phil,” she said again, when the others had ridden on ahead. “I hope you won’t laugh at me any more. It’s indecent. I never laugh at you.”
“Oh, don’t you? You’re never doing anything else.”
“It seems so, doesn’t it? That’s my pose, Phil. I’m really very much in earnest about things. I don’t suppose I ever could learn to love anybody—the faculty is lacking, somehow; but I think you know that, even if I didn’t love you, I’d never love any one else, whatever happened, and I’d be true as Death.”
“Yes, I know that. But——”
“But—?” she repeated.
“But—I’m not going to marry,” he laughed.
She shrugged.
“Oh, yes, you will—some day.”
“Why do you think so?”
“Because men of your type always do.”