"Might have wriggled away; but if you wriggle away it will be out of the frying-pan into the fire. For ever so long the family has been expecting you to ask Stella to marry you; you've fostered the expectation, and now that you have asked her, if you try to sneak out of your engagement, Mr. Austin will make things so uncomfortable that you'll find it easier to make Stella Mrs. E." "And do you want to marry Tom?" "I do not. All the same, I expect I shall." "Why? If you don't want to?" Miss Carmichael sent a cloud of smoke up into the air. "A girl's position is so different from a man's. I must marry someone, and, so far as I can see, it may as well be Tom." "Why must you marry someone?" "Don't be absurd! Can you conceive me as a spinster? Rather than be an old maid I'd--marry you; I can't say anything stronger." "You've a friendly way of paying compliments." "My dear young fellow; as a--chum, when I'm in the mood, you're ripping, simply ripping; but as a husband--good Lord, deliver us! If Stella understood you only a quarter as well as I do she'd be only too glad to let you go the very first moment you showed the faintest inclination to bolt." "And, pray, what sort of wife do you think you'll make?" Again a pause, while more cigarette smoke went into the air. "Depends on the man." "I presume to what extent you can fool him." "I can imagine a man to whom I would be all that a wife could be, the whole happiness of his whole life." "I can't." "That's because you don't understand me as well as I do you." "What sort of wife do you think that you'll make Tom?" "Oh, he'll be content." "Poor devil!" "I'm not so sure; it's a good thing to be content. Each time I put my arms about his neck he'll forgive me everything." "So far as I gather, the difference between me as a husband and you as a wife consists in this: that while I'm going to be found out, you're not. I don't see why you should be so sure of the immunity you refuse to me." "I admit that in this world one never can be sure of anything. I quite credit you with as much capacity to throw dust in a woman's eyes as I have to throw dust in a man's. Still, there is a difference between us of which I'm conscious, though just now I'm too lazy to attempt an exact definition. I really can't see why you object to Stella; she'll make you a good wife." "Hang your good wives!" "My child! Do you want a bad one? You should have no difficulty in being suited." "Is a sinner likely to be happy if mated to a saint?" "Would he be happier if mated to another sinner? In that case you might do well to marry me--which I doubt." "I don't. I'm disposed to think that ours would be an ideal union." "I wonder." "Neither would expect the other to be perfect; each would allow the other a wider range of liberty for purely selfish reasons." "I say, wouldn't it be rather a joke if you were to throw over Stella and I were to throw over Tom and we were to marry each other?"