Phebe followed her with her eyes.
"I am afraid you are fated to be deadly sick all your life through, Gerald.

What _will_ you do with your lovers ?" "Dismiss them." "All ?" "All but one." "What will you do with him ?" "Marry him, of course.

That is what he will be there for, won't it?
I expect to marry some one some time.

Marriage makes a woman's life fuller and freer, though not necessarily happier.

I want to get all into my life that I can." "I wonder whom you will marry," mused Phebe, where she sat curled up on the sofa.