It's the excuse of the man who takes jolly good care not to see for fear that he may come to feel! Reason never does anything, it's too reasonable.

The thing is to act; then perhaps reason will be jolted into doing something.' But Sheila touched his arm, and he stopped very suddenly.

She doesn't trust us.

I shall always be being pushed away from him by her.

He's just twenty, and I shall be eighteen in a week; couldn't we marry now at once?
Then, whatever happened, I couldn't be cut off from him.