"She'll probably box a good many ears: that'll be lively!" Peter returned with some grimness.
"Oh magnificent!—it will be a merry life. Yet with its tragic passages, its distracted or its pathetic hours," Gabriel insisted. "In short, a little of everything."
They walked on without further speech till at last Peter resumed: "The best thing for a woman in her situation is to marry some decent care-taking man."
"Oh I daresay she'll do that too!" Nash laughed; a remark as a result of which his companion lapsed afresh into silence. Gabriel left him a little to enjoy this; after which he added: "There's somebody she'd marry to-morrow."
Peter wondered. "Do you mean her friend Dashwood?"
"No, no, I mean Nick Dormer."
"She'd marry him?" Peter gasped.
"I mean her head's full of him. But she'll hardly get the chance."
Peter watched himself. "Does she like him as much as that?"
"I don't quite know how much you mean, but enough for all practical ends."