"Why not? It will be his—to love. Only a woman with empty arms knows what that means, Bruce."
And this was Emily, this rose-red, wet-eyed creature was Emily, whom he had deemed unemotional, cold, self-contained!
"Men forget, Bruce. You wouldn't listen to reason when you wooed Jean's mother. You were a demanding, imperative lover—you wanted your own way, and you had it."
"But I had known Jean's mother all my life."
"Time has nothing to do with it."
"My dear girl—"
"It hasn't."
She was illogical, and he liked it. "If I let them marry, what then?"
"They will love you for it."
"They ought to love you instead."