"You doubt me," he said. "You'd believe in me if I wanted to marry you—"
"Oh, cut it! You don't!" she interjected.
"Marriage is an institution for the protection of women who wear flannel petticoats. It doesn't follow that a girl can't trust a man because he offers her a lot more than most wives get."
"He offers her a lot more because he knows it won't last for long. I'm practical."
"If you were practical you'd listen to my offer."
"Oh, I'll listen."
"Well, I'd like to make you really comfortable. You ought to have a smart little place of your own, and dainty things, and money to spend."
"It's as old as the hills. I daresay I'm not the only girl you've made that proposition to. Try somebody else. I'm going now."
"You mean you won't think about it?"
Maggy was silent for a minute.