"Ha, ha! No, indeed, I shan't marry anyone."
"No?"
"You have to be pretty naïve to marry."
"Well, I don't know that being naïve does any harm--being not quite so clever. Where does your cleverness lead you? Only to being cheated. Because there isn't anybody who's quite clever enough."
"I should have thought being clever is just the thing to protect you against being cheated. What else would it do?"
"Exactly. What else? But the trouble is we trust our cleverness so much that we get cheated that way. Or else we let things go from bad to worse, because why should we worry? After all we've got our cleverness to help get us out of the mess!"
"Well, in that case it's pretty hopeless!"
"Relying on your cleverness--yes. That was your own opinion last summer, you know."
"Yes, I remember that. I thought--oh, I don't know. But when I came back to town again it was as though--"
A pause.