Then as he looked at her pretty, earnest face the amusing recollection that she _was_ married already came over him with a sort of shock, not wholly comical.

There was a minute of silence, each pursuing a separate train of thought.

Then David wound up, as if there had been no break, with an elliptical, "wouldn't you ?" Hannah shrugged her shoulders and elevated her eyebrows in a gesture that lacked her usual grace.
"Not if I had only to please myself," she added.
"Oh, come! Don't say that," he said anxiously.

"I don't believe mixed marriages are a success.

Really, I don't.