“Yes,” she answered coldly, “or care.”
“There’s a pretty confession.”
“Sure! the likes of him was nothing whatever to me,” she announced, with an air of serene repudiation.
“No, but you seemed to be a good deal whatever, to him.”
“How could I help that? Aren’t they all the same?”
“Oh, are they? Does your father know of this Pat, or Mike?”
“No; why should he be bothered with the likes of such nonsense?”
“Nonsense! Well, you are amazing. The man was madly in love with you, and you call it ‘nonsense’!”
“People in love are mostly foolish.”
“How do you know?”