“I don’t suppose the disappointment is the consolation. The somebody else is.”
“You never had the consolation of the somebody else.”
“I have only had the consolation of you,” she retorted.
“Marion has never taken up with anybody,” he said, reflectively.
“She has had no chance—”
“That you know,” he interrupted.
“—That I know,” she accepted meekly, “excepting David Prince.”
“She wouldn’t look at him.”
“No, she wouldn’t. He was younger in the first place—and so different from Don.”
“I’d like to see that English beauty Don has married.”