“Oh, there's no question about that, poor child. She's dead in love with him, and can't understand why he didn't propose on shipboard.”
“And she isn't an Englishman, either!” exulted Mr. Erwin. “It appears that there are Americans and Americans, and that the men of your nation have more delicacy than the women like.”
“Don't be silly,” said his wife. “Of course, women always think what they would do in such cases, if they were men; but if men did what women think they would do if they were men, the women would be disgusted.”
“Oh!”
“Yes. Her feeling in the matter is no guide.”
“Do you know his family?” asked Mr. Erwin.
“I think I do. Yes, I'm sure I do.”
“Are they nice people?”
“Haven't I told you they were a good Boston family?”
“Then upon my word, I don't see that we've to take any attitude at all. I don't see that we've to regard him in one way or the other. It quite remains for him to make the first move.”