"Very well... Why, I almost wanted to marry her myself at one time. She's a very lively young person."
Fanshaw glanced at him furtively out of the corners of his eyes. Henley had flushed red.
"Cold, the wind, isn't it?" Fanshaw said after a pause and turned up the velvet collar of his coat with a gloved hand.
"Extraordinary study a wedding is from the point of view of psychoanalysis."
"How do you mean?"
"Everybody gets a certain vicarious satisfaction out of it, don't you think so?"
"You mean the culmination of a romance? That sort of thing...?"
"I mean out of the two nice young things going off to bed together... The rest of it is just sublimation."
"I don't think that's altogether true... I think romance much more about how they are going to buy furniture and found a home and have new visiting cards printed."
"Sublimation all of it. Look how excited all those overdressed women are?"