Oliver couldn't resist.
“And quite approves. But she's—a sport.” Then for Ted's sake, “Besides, you see, it would crab her game completely.”
“I'll tell Elinor, though,” said Ted, stubbornly.
“About her father? You can't.”
“Oh, Lord, no. About myself. Don't have to give names and addresses.”
“Afterwards.”
“Well, yes—afterwards. Though it makes me feel like a swine.”
“Nobody our age who hasn't been one or felt like one—some of the time—except Christers and the dead,” said Oliver, and they proceeded for several minutes on the profundity of that aphorism. The silence was broken by Ted's saying violently,
“I will marry her! I don't give a damn what's happened.”
“Good egg. Of course you will.” Oliver chuckled.