He had come very near on a number of occasions to deciding he must marry her. In fact he thought of it more often than he would admit to himself.
Now he felt that he was like a horse shying at an unexpected object in the road.
He wondered what Nicholas would think of her.
Would he believe Millie was the other part of his soul?
Then he told himself that he did not know whether or not Millie had a soul. It was something they had not discussed and indeed he would have felt embarrassed to do so.
He knew too if he was honest that he could not have the conversation he had just had with Nicholas with any woman of his acquaintance.
Women had always been there in his life to amuse and entertain, to make him laugh and to sweep away boredom and irritation, to prevent there being even the shadow
