"Suppose some other man should fall in love with you, Steve?"
"Oh!" she laughed. "Plenty do. Or say they do. I'm nice to them, and they get along very well.... Your moustache is becoming to you, Jim." She touched it curiously, with one tentative finger.
"But suppose you should return another man's love some day?"
"I haven't ever!" she said, laughing back into his eyes.
"No, but suppose you did? And found yourself tied legally by a fool agreement to Oswald Grismer?"
"Oh. I never considered that."
"Consider it, now!"
"It isn't likely to happen——"
"Consider it, all the same."
"Well—but I've never been in love. But if it happened—well—that would be a jolly mess, wouldn't it?"