"You sentimental thing! You ought never to marry an ordinary mortal."
"That's just what I came to talk about."
"To tell me that nothing could induce you to link your fate with steel rails?"
"Not quite that. I came to say that it is silly and ignoble, and material and all the rest of it, to talk about running races to win a man, and so, for my part, I shall leave it all to chance. You can use your eyes, and your wits too, all you choose, and I shall do whatever the moment suggests. I shall not refuse any good time that comes my way, but I'll make no promises about anything. I think such things aren't worthy of girls like us, Ethel."
"I just now said you were deadly sentimental. All right, but you must not wax indignant if I do my best to come out winner. I give you fair warning, I shall make my best effort."
"I am willing. If a thing must be fought for it isn't worth having."
"If a thing is worth having it is worth fighting for, would be my way of putting it."
"I shall not fight for a poor miserable thing which can be easily turned aside. Let it go; it is not worth the keeping."
"And I am quite welcome to this poor miserable, uncertain thing, if so it proves itself?"
"Quite welcome."