'I never said I wanted you to do that. I want you to marry me— yes, because of the baby. But it doesn't follow you've got to keep me.'
'There's no sense in marrying if I can't keep you. Suppose I married you when I was like I am at present—no money and no proper job? What would you do then?'
'I don't know. I'd go on working as long as I could. And afterwards, when the baby got too obvious—well, I suppose I'd have to go home to father and mother.'
'That would be jolly for you, wouldn't it? But you were so anxious for me to go back to the New Albion before. You haven't changed your mind?'
'I've thought things over. I know you'd hate to be tied to a regular job. I don't blame you. You've got your own life to live.'
He thought it over a little while longer. 'It comes down to t
