“I don’t choose them. They’re thrust on me. Yes, this is where I live. If you want to know the exact room, it’s the third window up there over the front door. Well, good night.”
“Good night,” said Wally. He paused. “Jill.”
“Yes?”
“I know it’s not worth mentioning, and it’s breaking our agreement to mention it, but you do understand, don’t you?”
“Yes, Wally dear, I understand.”
“I’m round the corner, you know, waiting! And, if you ever do change, all you’ve got to do is just to come to me and say ‘It’s all right!’ …”
Jill laughed a little shakily.
“That doesn’t sound very romantic!”
“Not sound romantic! If you can think of any three words in the language that sound more romantic, let me have them! Well, never mind how they sound, just say them, and watch the result! But you must get to bed. Good night.”
“Good night, Wally.”