“In her case, yes,” Sue observed quietly.
“Precisely, in her case. She had reached the boundary. You'll admit that?”
Sue smiled faintly at his argumentative tone. “Yes, I'll admit it.”
“Betty isn't a great soul. A stronger nature would have taken longer to reach the boundary. But doesn't it indicate that the boundary is there?”
“Well”—Sue hesitated. “All right. For the sake of the argument I'll admit that, too.”.
“Well, now, just what has Betty done? She doesn't love this manufacturer she has married.”
“Not a bit.”
“And the marriage may fail. The majority of them, from an idealistic point of view, undoubtedly do fail. Admitting all that, you have let me see that you yourself in a weak moment have considered the same course.”
Sue's brow clouded. But she nodded slowly.
“Well, then”—he hitched forward in his chair, and to cover his burning eagerness talked, if possible, a shade more stiffly and impersonally—“doesn't this, Betty's act and your momentary consideration of the same act, suggest that a sound instinct may be at work there?”