Chris stopped to kick a pebble off the promenade to the sands below, and he answered his friend gloomily:
"Nobody but a fool would marry a woman for her money."
Feathers stared. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but closed it again with a little snap.
After all, what use was it to raise an argument? He did not want to quarrel with Chris, and yet he knew that he had never had a better reason for so doing.
"When are you coming back to town?" Chris asked after a moment.
"Don't know; haven't made up my mind yet." Feathers looked at Chris quizzically. "Suppose you'll rather drop out of things now, eh?" he asked.
Chris stared.
104 "Drop out? Good Lord, no!" he flushed angrily. "What do you mean— because I happen to have got married?"
"It generally makes a difference." Feathers said lightly.
"Not in my case. Marie's a sensible girl—dash it! I've known her all my life."