Fisher,
whose seat was higher than hers, almost with animation, so much pleased
was she that Mrs. Fisher knew nothing about her, "is to come to a
conclusion. That's all. It isn't much to want, is it? Just that."
She gazed at Mrs. Fisher, and thought that almost any conclusion
would do; the great thing was to get hold of something, catch something
tight, cease to drift.
Mrs. Fisher's little eyes surveyed her. "I should say," she
said, "that what a young woman like you wants is a husband and
children."
"Well, that's one of the things I'm going to consider," said
Scrap amiably. "But I don't think it would be a conclusion."
"And meanwhile," said Mrs. Fisher, getting up, for the cold of
the stone was now through, "I shouldn't trouble my head if I were you
with considerings and conclusions. Women's heads weren't made for
thinking, I assure you. I should go to bed and get well."
"I am well," said Scrap.
"Then why did you send a message that you were ill?"
"I didn't."
"Then I've had all the trouble of coming out here for nothing."
"But wouldn't you prefer coming out and finding me well than
coming out and finding me ill?" asked Scrap, smiling?
Even Mrs. Fisher was caught by the smile.
"Well, you're a pretty creature," she said forgivingly.
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