But whether to go and live with him?
She didn't know if she wanted to or not: and she couldn't for her life find out.

She was in that nervous state when desire seems to evaporate the moment fulfilment is offered.
When the curtain dropped she turned.
"You see," she said, screwing up her eyes, "I have to think of Robert." She cut the word in two, with an odd little hitch in her voice--"ROB-ert." "My dear Julia, can't you believe that I'm tired of being thought of," cried Robert, flushing.
Julia screwed up her eyes in a slow smile, oddly cogitating.
"Well, who AM I to think of ?" she asked.
"Yourself," said Lilly.
"Oh, yes! Why, yes! I never thought of that!" She gave a hurried little laugh.

"But then it's no FUN to think about oneself," she cried flatly.
"I think about ROB-ert, and SCOTT." She screwed up her eyes and peered oddly at the company.
"Which of them will find you the greatest treat," said Lilly sarcastically.
"Anyhow," interjected Robert nervously, "it will be something new for Scott." "Stale buns for you, old boy," said Jim drily.
"I don't say so.

But--" exclaimed the flushed, full-blooded Robert, who was nothing if not courteous to women.
"How long ha' you been married?
Eh ?" asked Jim.
"Six years!" sang Julia sweetly.
"Good God!" "You see," said Robert, "Julia can't decide anything for herself.

She waits for someone else to decide, then she puts her spoke in." "Put it plainly--" began Struthers.
"But don't you know, it's no USE putting it plainly," cried Julia.
"But DO you want to be with Scott, out and out, or DON'T you ?" said Lilly.
"Exactly!" chimed Robert.