“I hope so.”
“I—I shouldn’t care to marry an elderly man. I don’t want to.”
“Then don’t do it.”
“You think if I were to marry a comparatively young man—”
She paused, looking almost pleadingly at the uncompromising Miss Briggs.
“I’m convinced of this, that no really normal young man could ever be contented long if he married a middle-aged woman. And what intelligent woman is happy with an abnormal man?”
“Caroline, you are so dreadfully frank!”
“I say just what I think.”
“But you think so drastically. And you are so free from sentiment.”
“What is called sentiment is very often nothing but what is described in the Bible as the lust of the eye.”