Douglas drew a quick breath. If men were difficult to understand, how much more so were women, particularly of Judith's type! One never got to the end of them.
"How do you mean that, Judith?" he asked.
"I mean I'd rather be dead than married. Just look at the couples we know, Doug! Just look at 'em!"
"I'm looking at 'em! What's the trouble?" demanded Doug.
"They don't love each other any more. That's all!" Judith tossed her head knowingly.
"Pshaw! How do you know?"
"Because I've watched them for years and studied about it. There is nothing in marriage, Doug. No, sir!"
"Pshaw! And you were sitting and quoting love poetry to Peter last night!"
"Yes, I was! Certainly! I'm not idiot enough to say there's no such thing as love. But I do know that a few years of marriage kills it. Yes, sir!"
Douglas eyed her wistfully. She was so vivid. Yes, vivid, that was the word. Her eyes glowed as if her brain glowed too, and her lips were so full of meanings, too changing and too subtle for him to read. If only they could work out this strange enigma of life together!