" She had turned to move toward a chair,
but looked now over her shoulder at him. "Have you ever
seen what seemed to you an absolutely happy marriage
in your life?"
Upon reflection he shook his head. "I don't recall
one on the spur of the minute," he confessed.
"Not the kind, I mean, that you read about in books.
But I've seen plenty where the couple got along together
in a good, easy, comfortable sort of way, without a notion
of any sort of unpleasantness. It's people who marry
too young who do most of the fighting, I imagine.
After people have got to a sensible age, and know
what they want and what they can get along without,
why then there's no reason for any trouble. We don't
start out with any school-boy and school-girl moonshine"
"Oh, there's a good deal to be said for the moonshine,"
she interrupted him, as she sank upon the sofa.
"Why certainly," he assented, amiably, as he stood looking
down at her. "The more there is of it, the better--if
it comes naturally, and people know enough to understand
that it is moonshine, and isn't the be-all and end-all
of everything."
"There's a lover for you!" Miss Madden cried, with mirth
and derision mingled in her laugh.
"Don't you worry about me," he told her. "I'm a good
enough lover, all right. And when you come to that,
if Edith is satisfied, I don't precisely see what----"
"What business it is of mine?" she finished the sentence
for him.
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