"Oh, does it? Much you know!"
"I know this much, Jennie—that I could give you a good time if you'd let me."
"You couldn't give me the good time I want."
"But I could make you want the good time I'd give you, which would come to the same thing. I imagine the folks on earth didn't think much of the fire from heaven—beforehand; but once they'd got it, they knew what it meant to them. That's the way you'd feel, Jennie, if you married me. You can't begin to fancy now—" On coming in sight of a line of taxicabs drawn up before a hotel, he broke off to say, "Do you see those taxis, Jennie?"
She replied that she did.
"Well, one of them may mean a great deal to you and me."
"Which one of them?"
"Whichever one we get into."
"Why should we get into it?"
"Because"—he tapped the white box in his waistcoat pocket—"this little thing I've got in here wouldn't do us any good without something else. We should have to go after it together."