"You think every good woman ought to marry, don't you, Jack ?" "When there's a good man waiting for her, why not ?" said Jack.
She lifted her head and looked at him.

"I'm not going to marry Fletcher Hill, Jack," she said, with firmness.
Jack made a slight movement of impatience.

"I never could see your objection to the man," he said.
She laughed again, drawing herself back from him.

"But, Jack darling, a woman doesn't marry a man just because he's not objectionable, does she?
I always said I wouldn't marry him, didn't I ?" "You might do a lot worse," said Jack.
"Of course I might--heaps worse.

But that isn't the point.