"Your observations do not interest me." Patty's air was lofty, she looked away into space, as if bored to death with her companion.
"Would it interest you to know that I know Sam Blaney to be a fraud and a dishonest man?"
"I have heard you say that one's friends should be sacred from disparaging remarks."
"True enough. But, in the first place, Blaney isn't my friend, and even if he were, I should sacrifice him or his friendship for you."
"Why?"
"Never mind why. Oh, Patty, rely on my judgment, rely on my word in this matter, and don't have anything more to do with that rubbish bunch!"
"Look here, Little Billee, if that's all the subject you can find to talk about, I believe I'd rather go back and dance. I'm rested now."
"Sit still, Lady Gay. While we're on this subject, we're going to fight it to a finish."
"You mean you're going to fight me to a finish. Go on, it won't take long."
"You poor little girl,—you are tired, I know. Well, to make a long story short, then, you must break with these Cosmic people, because, if you don't, it will harm your social standing and injure your reputation."