"As a matter of fact, Muriel, haven't you," she enquired, "often thought of marrying even when you were younger than you are now?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Well, then!" Mrs. Newberry in the past few weeks had acquired a few of her husband's mannerisms, together with some of his convictions.
But this convincing argument did not settle matters. Muriel again faced the window; she seemed to draw inspiration for her incomprehensible stubbornness from the prospect of dripping Madison Avenue.
"It's not so easy——" she began.
"Isn't he kind?" demanded Mrs. Newberry.
"Yes, he's kind."
"You certainly think him good-looking, child. In fact, I should call him handsome."
"I think he is almost handsome, Aunty."
"Of course he is. I have heard lots of women simply rave about him. And he is in love with you? You can't deny that?"