"Do you mean it, knowing what I am? I'm an awful waster, Marcella—there's nothing on earth I can do for a living."
She frowned a little.
"But that's nothing to do with it. We'll find some way of living. You know that. We'd have to if we were not married, wouldn't we? And stop all this about being a waster. You're not anything of the sort. You're not anything but what you're going to be."
"And you really, really, won't go back on it? I make so many promises and break them. I can't believe other people much."
"Of course I won't go back on it. I want to stay with you. I never want to be with anyone else at all on earth."
"But why?" he asked, humble for the first time in his life.
"I haven't the slightest idea. You seem very clever to me. That's one thing. And—and the way you depend. Oh dear, I feel I've got to kidnap both you and Jimmy and run away with you to some safe place."
"Good Lord!" he said, laughing harshly. "I'm just thinking of Violet."
"Why? She can't mind, now she's married."
"No. It was the idea of Violet's trying to kidnap me, and loving me because I depended on her. Lord, she did the depending."