At one moment he thought, "I will write a letter: I prefer that to any circuitous talk;" at another he thought, "No; if I were talking to him, I could make a retreat before any signs of disinclination.
Circuitous conversations, they went something like this: "Let's try to have a kid – but we'll need a new car – we can't afford that – so we'll just work a little longer – but if I had another degree surely I'd make more money – yeah, let's wait to finish school – but then I'll be too old – fine, let's try to have a kid – but…" On the evening in question, her dad declared: "Seriously, will there ever be a good time?
