"I know I shall be, dear!"
"Even if things don't go right between mother and me, and even if for a long time I shall be awfully, awfully poor?"
"It's just you I care for, Jack,—just you!"
Jack stared at her; then suddenly:
"Do you know what I feel like?"
"No."
"Like kissing you again."
"Now don't be—"
"Mary!"