"I should think so! What would you do about it?"
"There wouldn't be anything to do except to wait until my two years of trial marriage was up," she said thoughtfully.
"You could divorce him before that."
"Oh, no. I promised to give him two years."
"To sit saddled with this ridiculous burden for two years?"
"Yes, I promised."
"Oh, Steve! Steve! What a muddle you have made of things! What good does it do you or him to have this chain between you? You've lost your liberty. You're a legal wife without being one. You've put shackles on yourself for God knows what whim or caprice."
"But, Jim," she said, bewildered, "I expect to be his wife, ultimately."
"What?"
"Of course. I wasn't absolutely sure that I could fall in love with him, that was all. I have very little doubt that I shall. I like to be with him: I am never bored when he is with me; our tastes are similar; our beliefs are unconventional. We suit each other admirably. It wasn't such a rash thing to do. You see, it is perfectly safe every way."