“Nothing. What should it mean?”
“But it does. Ellice hardly speaks to me. When I speak to her she just answers. You—you”—he paused—“and you are different even. What have I done?”
“You have done nothing—yet, Johnny. It is what you are going to do—that troubles me and makes me anxious.”
He stared, open-eyed.
“How?”
“Your marriage!”
“With Joan. You mean that you are against her?”
“I am against any woman who would have you for a husband and give you none of her heart,” cried Connie.
“Why—why?” he stammered. “Con, you couldn’t expect that Joan would fall in love with a chap like me?”
“Then why is she going to marry you? Isn’t marriage a union of love and hearts? Oh, Johnny, I am anxious, very anxious. I hate it, this loveless marriage—”