"If you've been driven to the 'likes' of me, mayn't it show that you've felt truly forsaken ?" "Well, I'm willing to suggest that, if I can show at the same time that I feel consoled." "But HAVE you," she demanded, "really felt so ?" He hesitated.
"Consoled ?" "Forsaken." "No--I haven't.

But if it's her idea--!" If it was her idea, in short, that was enough.

This enunciation of motive, the next moment, however, sounded to him perhaps slightly thin, so that he gave it another touch.
"That is if it's my idea.

I happen, you see, to like my idea." "Well, it's beautiful and wonderful.

But isn't it, possibly," Charlotte asked, "not quite enough to marry me for ?" "Why so, my dear child?
Isn't a man's idea usually what he does marry for ?" Charlotte, considering, looked as if this might perhaps be a large question, or at all events something of an extension of one they were immediately concerned with.