After a silence: “Did you tell her I’d ever kissed you?” he asked curiously.
“That was none of her business, Barry.”
He laughed: “So you pass up the wealthy aunt for the libertine nephew? Do you?”
“I do. I like him. In fact, I’m rather in the way of loving him. Also, I love liberty, and freedom to pursue happiness. Happiness means work, and you.”
“Which comes first, work or me?”
“Darling!”
“Which?”
“I don’t have to make that choice——”
“Suppose you had to?” he insisted.
“I’d be fearfully unhappy——”