"You had your books, Peter, and your horseshoes."
"My books and horseshoes, yes."
"And were content?"
"Quite content."
"Until, one day—a woman—came to you."
"Until, one day—I met a woman."
"And then—?"
"And then—I asked her to marry me, Charmian." Here there ensued a pause, during which Charmian began to pleat a fold in the tablecloth.
"That was rather—unwise of you, wasn't it?" said she at last.
"How unwise?"