“I like Arthur as a friend, but I could never marry him, so it is useless to discuss the question.”
“But why?” persisted Mrs. Agar.
“Because I do not care for him in the right way.”
“But that would come,” said Mrs. Agar. It was only natural that she should use an argument which is accountable for more misery on earth than mothers dream of.
“No, it would never come.”
Mrs. Agar gave a cunning little laugh, and paused so as to lend additional weight to her next remark.
“That is a dangerous thing for a girl to say.”
“Is it?” inquired Dora indifferently.
“Yes, because they can never be sure, unless—”
“Unless what? I am quite sure.”