"Why--why, we're not married. We are only engaged."
"That means you will get married later?"
"I hope to."
"Does he hope to?"
"Yes--I'm sure he does."
"Then he will live here with you?"
"I don't know. We may find another place."
"What's wrong with this one?"
"Why, nothing--nothing at all--"
Such strange questions, Rhoda thought. Why was he asking them? No doubt
he had a reason. It somehow did not occur to her to wonder why she was
answering. Her own thoughts on the matter did not seem important.
"He lives here with you sometimes, doesn't he?"
"He stays over once in a while."
"Why doesn't he stay over all the time?"
"Because we're not married."
"What do you do when he stays over?"
"We--talk."
"Is that all?"
"We make love."
"How do you do that?"