(Milly is not as sure of that doctrine as she was once, but she is content that the man should feel that way. She does not argue the point.)
"Can't you sit there with me, Milly, and watch the stars for the rest of our lives?"
Milly evades. She must have the terms set forth more explicitly.
"It wouldn't be right to keep Virgie out there away from people all the time, would it?"
He sees the point and yields.
"We'll come here every year for the fall and see your friends."
"That would be nice," she accepts graciously. But Chicago doesn't appeal to Milly as strongly as it had on her first return to its breezy, hearty life.
"I should like to have Virgie study music," she suggests, "and travel—have advantages."
"Of course!" he assents eagerly, and bids again, more daringly,—"We'll take her to Europe."
"That would be pleasant."