"Yes you do care, Stephanie," he said. "You think that you don't, and all that, but everyone cares for them to a greater or less extent. It's only a matter of degree—life is made up of degrees, and social amenities, their obligations and duties are a part of life."
"I suppose you're right," she admitted, "but, just at present, mine are in an infinitesimal degree," and she crossed her knees and leaned back in content. "At this moment I haven't a care in the world."
"Miss Philosopher!" he smiled.
"Mrs. Philosopher, you mean!" she corrected.
"Your pardon!" said he. "For the moment, I quite forgot."
"It might be well to forget it forever," she reflected.
"I am very willing," he replied, regarding her with indulgent eyes.
She gave him a quick glance, then looked away and a dreamy expression shone in her eyes.
"Montague," she said presently. "Is there no way that I can procure a divorce?"