"Now that one of them has got an income."
"I didn't think he was a marrying man."
"No. And you wouldn't think, would you, she was a marrying woman?"
"I—I don't know. I haven't thought about it. He said he wasn't going to marry."
"Oh." Two small eyes looked at him, two liquid, luminous spots in the pinkness of Miss Bickersteth's face.
"It's got as far as that, has it? That shows he's been thinking of it."
"I should have thought it showed he wasn't."
Miss Bickersteth's mouth was decided in its set, and vague in its outline and its colouring. Her smile now appeared as a mere quiver of her face.
"How have you managed to preserve your beautiful innocence? Do you always go about with your head among the stars?"
"My head——?" He felt it. It was going round and round.