“No.”
“Why ever not?”
“As far as I can make out, if I marry, I get this house and mother has to clear out. Silly business!”
“Well, you wouldn’t let your mother stand in the way if you ever really fell in love?” said Jane.
“It isn’t so much a question of letting her stand in the way. The tough job would be preventing her. You’ve never met my mother!”
“No, I’m looking forward to it!”
“You’re looking forward...!” Eustace eyed her with honest amazement.
“But what could your mother do? I mean, supposing you had made up your mind to marry somebody.”
“What could she do? Why, there isn’t anything she wouldn’t do. Why, once....” Eustace broke off. The anecdote which he had been about to tell contained information which, on reflection, he did not wish to reveal.
“Once—...?” said Jane.