I don't see why it should be one."
Dora paused. She was afraid to strike. She did not know yet that it is
less cruel to be cruel at once.
"It is best to look at these things practically," she said. "And if we
look at it practically we shall find that you and I are not at all likely
to be happy together."
"However I look at it, I only see that I should never be happy without
you."
"Then, Arthur, you are not looking at it practically."
"No, and I don't want to," he replied doggedly.
"That is a mistake. A little bit of life may not be practical, but all
the rest of it is; and for the gratification of that little bit, there is
all the rest to be lived through."
Arthur looked puzzled. He rearranged the orchid in his coat before
replying. He had found time to think of the orchid.
"I don't understand all that," he said. "I only know that I love you, and
that I should be miserable without you. Besides, if that little bit is
love--I suppose you admit there is such a thing as love?"
Dora winced.
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