But Silvette said one evening, after they had undressed and the maid had left:
"Wouldn't it be odd if Jim married that girl?"
"'Wouldn't it be odd if Jim married that girl?'"
"Married—her?" repeated Diana, startled out of a reverie not entirely happy.
"He's becoming very attentive to her. She is pretty, of course," Silvette smiled.
"Why shouldn't he marry her if he finds that he cares for her?" asked Diana with some heat.
"I was merely surprised that he should care for her in that way. She is not his sort."
"Sort! sort! What does that matter!" said Diana hotly. "It never stopped a thoroughbred from mating. He can afford to love where he chooses, I fancy."
"Or marry what he chooses, anyway."