A peculiar, hard look crept into her eyes, and in some subtle way it made her look older. After a little pause she said:
“But we can surely get that—between us?”
“I propose doing without it.”
She looked up—past him—out of the window. All the youthfulness seemed to have left her face, but he did not appear to see that.
“How can you do so?”
“Well, I can work. I suppose I must be good for something—a bountiful Providence must surely have seen to that. The difficulty is to find out what it intends me for. We are not called in the night nowadays to a special mission—we have to find it out for ourselves.”
“Do you know what I should like you to be?” she said, with a bright smile and one of those sudden descents into shallowness which he appeared to like.
“What?”
“A politician.”
“Then I shall be a politician,” he answered, with loverlike promptness.