"Oh, I love it," she admitted. "But there are so very many undesirable things I adore."
"I wish I might become one of them!"
"Do you fulfil the condition of undesirability?" asked Bridget.
"Anyhow, I am one of the unemployed," he answered. "You see, I have been almost converted to opinions which cut away the ground from under my own feet. I have lived so far a delightful life, and now my conscience is beginning to nag me. The question is whether I am enjoying myself at some poor wretches' continual expense."
"Why have you never married, Mr. Clynesworth?" asked Bridget.
"I have seen only one woman I could ever care to make my wife."
"Isn't one enough?"
"She is bound to be in this country," was the answer; "although we may have to alter all that in order to get rid of our surplus!"
"Why haven't you married that one?"
"Well, I haven't asked her yet," said Jimmy. "Of course, I am going to, but there are, I suppose, rules to be observed. Hitherto, to tell you the truth, I have been a little frightened at the bare idea. One has so many object lessons! I know a man who was married a week or so ago. He was immensely fond of the girl, but I can swear she doesn't care for him a rap. Yet I imagine she succeeded in satisfying him that she was—well, over head and ears in love! So she was with some one else."