"I suppose so," said Valerie…. She added, musingly:
"I wonder what will become of me if I ever fall in love."
"If you'll take my advice you'll run."
"Run? Where? For goodness' sake!"
"Anywhere until you became convalescent."
"That would be a ridiculous idea," remarked Valerie so seriously that
Rita began to laugh:
"You sweet thing," she said, "it's a million chances that you'd be contented only with the sort of man who wouldn't marry you."
"Because I'm poor, you mean? Or because I am working for my living?"
"Both—and then some."
"What else?"