“I think, perhaps, you will have—soon.”
“Oh, you mean——?”
“Yes.”
She went on stitching quietly. Her hands looked very contented. Dion drew up a little nearer to the fire with a movement that was rather brusk. It just struck him that his walk home in the driving sleet had decidedly chilled his body.
“I believe I know what you mean about Beattie,” he said, after a pause, looking into the fire. “But do you think that would be fair to Guy?”
“I’m not quite sure myself what I mean, honestly, Dion.”
“Well, let’s suppose it. If it were so, would it be fair?”
“I think Beattie’s so really good that Mr. Daventry, as he loves her, could scarcely be unhappy with her.”
Dion thought for a moment, then he said:
“Perhaps with Guy it wouldn’t be unfair, but, you know, Rose, that sort of thing wouldn’t do with some men. Some men could never stand being married for anything but the one great reason.”