"How could I know? You were always saying how pretty and dainty she was, and quoting poetry about her, while all the time I could read her shallow little mind, and see how different she was from what you imagined."
"I think I have a fairly clear idea of her limitations."
"But you told me that you'd planned to go down to Monte Carlo expressly to see the Contessa; and you said that it would perhaps be a wise thing for you to try and fall in love with her."
"If a man has to try and fall in love with a woman, he's pretty safe. You and I seem to have been playing at cross purposes, youngster. You thought I was in danger of falling in love, and I thought you were already in."
"You couldn't have believed it, really."
"I did, and supposed you wanted me out of the way."
"I was thinking the same thing about you. You did seem jealous and sulky."
"I was both; but it was because our friendship had been interfered with, Little Pal."
"Oh, Man, do you really mean that?"
"Every word of it. I wouldn't give up a talk with you for a kiss from the Contessa, of which, by the way, I'm very unlikely to have the chance. But you––"