"I won't promise that."
"Well, not for a long time?" Jenny pleaded.
"I won't even promise that. You see I honestly think you're making a mistake—a mistake for which you'll be very sorry one day. I wish you understood my character better."
"All men are the same." She sighed out the generalization.
"That's absurd, my dear girl. I might as well say all women are the same."
"Well, they are. They're all soppy."
"Isn't it rather soppy to go as far as you have with me, and not go farther?" Maurice spoke tentatively.
"Oh, I've properly joined the soppy brigade. I did think I was different, but I'm not. I'm well in the first line."
"Don't you think," Maurice suggested—"of course, I'm not saying you haven't had plenty of experience—but don't you think there's a difference between a gentleman and a man who isn't a gentleman?"
"I think gentlemen are the biggest rotters of all."