She laughed, clapping her hands like a child.
“To be married, you mean? Oh! no! I shall never marry.”
He laughed with her, like a boy.
“Not if you fall terribly in love?”
“Not even then!” Her eyes shone defiantly. “I’ve made a promise to myself, and I won’t be a deserter.”
“A promise to yourself?”
“Yes, don’t you, sometimes?”
“No.”
“You should, or life would become too accidental; we would be terribly tossed about.”
“That’s what’s happening to me. I am looking for some occupation, but I don’t want to get into a treadmill. The people toil at business, pleasure—they do the same thing day after day, year after year. Life is a habit, a deadening monotony.”