"Why should you think marriage is not love?" he asked—"It is the one thing all lovers wish for—to be married and to live together always—"
"Oh, they wish for it, yes, poor things!" she said, with a little uplifting of her brows—"And when their wishes are gratified, they often wish they had not wished!" She laughed. "Robin, this talk of ours is making me feel quite merry! I am amused!"
"I am not!" he replied, irritably—"You are much too young a girl to think these things—"
She nodded, gravely.
"I know! And I ought to get married while young, before I learn too many of 'these things,'" she said—"Isn't that so? Don't frown, Robin! Look at the Sieur Amadis! How peacefully he sleeps! He knew all about love!"
"Of course he did!" retorted Robin—"He was a perfectly sensible man—he married and had six children."
Innocent nodded again, and a little smile made two fascinating dimples in her soft cheeks.
"Yes! But he said good-bye to love first!"
He looked at her in visible annoyance.
"How can you tell?—what do you know about it?" he demanded.