"Yes—she is—very. She's a mixture—she's very young—and she won't understand you."
His eyes were suddenly troubled and, as she saw that trouble, she was alarmed. He really did care....
"Yes, I know—I don't understand myself. I'm wild sometimes—I wish I weren't——"
"Marriage is going to make you a model character, Roddy. Of course I'm glad—but it won't be easy, you know. And she won't be easy."
"I want her though. I've never thought of marriage before. I do want her."
"My dear Roddy, you speak as though she were a sheep or a dog. It's only her first season. Don't you think you'd better wait a little?"
"No. I want her now."
"Well, you're definite enough—" She paused and then, in a voice that had, in spite of her, real emotion, "You have my consent. You've got my blessing."
He rose and came clumsily towards her.
"You don't know—I'm no use at words, but I'm dam' grateful—Rippin' of you!"