“Not on your life, Lady Galorey!”
And she agreed, “I think myself you are too young.”
“No,” Dan refuted, “you are wrong there. I shall marry as fast as I can.”
“Why, I thought you wanted your fling first.”
And Dan, from his chair, in which, with a book, he had been sitting when Lady Galorey found him, answered cheerfully:
“Oh, I don’t like being alone. I want to go about with some one. I should like a fling all right, but I want to fling with somebody as I go.”
The lady of the house was not a philosopher nor an analyst. She had certain affairs of her own and was engrossed in them and lived in them. As far as Lady Galorey was concerned the rest of the world might go and hang itself as long as it didn’t do it at her gate-post. But Blair couldn’t leave any one indifferent to him very long, not unless one could be indifferent to a blaze of sunlight; one must either draw the blinds down or bask in its brightness.
She laughed. “You’re perfectly delicious! You mean to say you want to be married at once and let your wife fling around with you?”