"We've settled all that," said the flapper loftily. "Haven't we?"
Bean nodded. All at once that look of the flapper's began to be intelligible. He could almost read it.
"I suppose you expect me to talk a lot of that stuff about marriage being a serious business," continued the Demon evenly. "But I shan't. Marriage isn't half as serious as living alone is. It's what we were made for in my time, and your time isn't a bit different, young man."
She raised an argumentative finger toward him, as if he had sought to contest this.
"I've always—" he began weakly. But the Demon would have none of it.
"Oh, don't tell me what you've 'always!' I know well enough what you've 'always.' That isn't the point."
What did the woman think she was talking about? Couldn't he say a word to her without being snapped at?
"What is the point?" he ventured. It was still the waiting game, and it showed he wasn't afraid of her.
"The point is—"