Maud looked skeptical.
“Marriage, my dear,” she said, “isn’t a matter of love in the moonlight purely. And the question of bread and butter is pretty important.”
“I can earn my bread and butter.”
“Not after you’re married.”
“Just as I’m doing now. I wouldn’t think of not working. That’s been the whole trouble with marriage,” went on Horatia, recalling some of her early college theories. “It’s been an exploitation on both sides. It ought to be a partnership.”
She wasted her breath. Maud, convinced that Horatia was merely talking, returned to the main issue.
“I’m sure you’ll see, dear, if you’ll be reasonable, how utterly impossible this is. He’s not young and——”
“For heaven’s sake, Maud, why attack all sides at once? Isn’t it bad enough to destroy his character without also attacking him on the score of age?”
“You haven’t made any plans for marriage, have you?”
“When we marry we’ll do it without planning. I’ll not hang around waiting for guest towels.”