“Oh, not in the least! But does it follow that, because they marry when they get to the Colonies——”
“What follows?”
“Why, children.”
“Marriages are more fruitful in a young country.”
“But are they? When my married sister was home from Australia last time, she told me——”
Gertrude Canterton joined in.
“Yes, it’s just the prevailing selfishness, the decadence of home life.”
“Men are so much more selfish than they used to be.”
“I think the women are as bad. And, of course, the question of population——”
Old Lady Marchendale, who had dozed off in her arm-chair by the window, woke up, caught a few fragmental words, and created a digression.