“But aren’t you a person of—?”
“Exactly. That’s why. So I choose either a pauper—when it’s impossible—or an heiress—when it’s preposterous. See?”
“But don’t you ever want to get—?” began Miss Phaeton.
“Let’s talk about something else,” said I.
“I believe you’re humbuggin’ me,” said Miss Phaeton.
“I am offering a veiled apology,” said I.
“Stuff!” said she. “You know you told Dolly Foster that I should make an excellent wife for a trainer.”
Oh, these women! A man had better talk to a phonograph.
“Or anybody else,” said I politely.
Miss Phaeton whipped up her horses.