"Nonsense, dear! There's always plenty to say. Why, I'm sure if I lived to be a thousand, I'd not be talked out. There's always so many interesting things to talk about."
"And what is it this morning?" asked Eve, smiling across at the sleek head bent above the embroidery frame.
"Mr. Herrick. Tell me what you think of him, Eve."
"I haven't thought—much."
"But you ought to. I'm positive he is very much impressed, dear."
"Really? With what?"
"With you." Eve laughed, softly.
"Carrie, you're incorrigible! You won't be satisfied until you've got me married to some one."
"Of course I shan't. I don't intend that you shall make the mistake I did."
"You didn't make a mistake, you dear thing. Your mistake would have been to marry. You'd never have been contented with just one man, Carrie; you know you think every one you meet is perfectly beautiful."'