"I don't see that you're the other half of Miss Follett."
"Well, I am."
"Miss Follett herself doesn't think so."
"She'll think so, all right, when I show her that she can't do without me."
"Some job!" Wray grunted, laconically.
"Sure it's some job; but the bigger the job the more you're on your mettle. That's the way we're made."
The artist continued to add small touches to the shadows of the Aphrodite cast as he changed his tactics.
"If you married Miss Follett, wouldn't your family raise hell?"
"They'd raise hell at first, and put a can on it afterward. Families always do."
"And what would Miss Follett feel—before they'd put on the can?"