“I wouldn’t care—if you—leave me here alone.”
“But, Dulcie——”
“I know. You said it this evening. There will come a time when you would not find it convenient to have me—around——”
“Dear, it’s only because a man and a woman in this world cannot continue anything of enduring intimacy without business as an excuse. And even then, the pleasant informality existing now could not be continued with anything except very serious disadvantage to you.”
“You will grow tired of painting me,” she said under her breath.
“No. But your life is all before you, Dulcie. Girls usually marry sooner or later.”
“Men do too.”
“That’s not what I meant——”
“You will marry,” she whispered.