"I'm not afraid," she said, "of anything outside me. Only of things inside me—sometimes."
"What sort of things?"
She smiled, the queerest little, far-off smile.
"Oh, funny things—things you wouldn't understand, Furny."
To that I said, "I wish you'd marry me, Viola."
She shrugged her shoulders and said, so did she, and it was much worse for her than it was for me. And then: "Do you know, Reggie liked you immensely. He told me so."
I said it would be more to the point if she did. But since she didn't, since she couldn't marry me, I wished—"I wish," I said, "you'd go back to Canterbury and marry some nice man like Reggie."
"Can't you see," she cried, "that I shall never marry a nice man like
Reggie?"
III
The next thing that happened was that she went off with Jevons.