Wally spoke without turning.
“You ought to marry him, of course.”
“You think so?”
“You ought to marry him, of course,” said Wally doggedly. “You love him, and the fact that he came all the way to America must mean that he still loves you. Marry him!”
“But …” Jill hesitated. “You see, there’s a difficulty.”
“What difficulty?”
“Well … it was something I said to him just before he went away. I said something that made it a little difficult.”
Wally continued to inspect the roofs below.
“What did you say?”
“Well … it was something … something that I don’t believe he liked … something that may interfere with his marrying me.”