"You're in love with him yet, then!"
"I'm not!" she denied vehemently. "I'm in love with Monty. Violently."
"I wish he were ten years older. Or a thousand or so wiser. Then I'd say, 'Tell him the whole thing.' As it is, no. He's marrying your future, not your past. If you're going to play straight with him——"
"Absolutely!" she averred. "I won't look at another man after we're married."
"What about that restlessness of the mind, though?"
"All done with. What's the good? You have more fun if you're stupid.... You were always wanting me to marry somebody old enough to be my grandfather, Bobs, but——"
"Ah, yes," he cut in grimly. "Now you're going to answer me some questions. How came you to know that, about my wanting you to marry a man over thirty?"
"If I tell you, you'll be paralysed."
"Go ahead. Paralyse me."