"You forget Honor Bright?"
"I never forget Honor Bright," he replied unexpectedly. "I have looked upon her as the exception that proves the rule."
"Your mother?" Joyce interposed gently.
"My father divorced her," he said harshly. "So you see I have had rather a bad education!"
"I am very sorry for you."
"You are?—that's good. Then there is hope for me."
"I am sorry that you should have such a contempt for women, owing to your unfortunate experience."
"I owe you an eternal debt of gratitude for teaching me what an egotistical jackass I have been."
"Tell me," she asked, suddenly waking up to their dust-laden condition, "am I covered with smuts and grime?"
Dalton surveyed her quizzically. "You are covered from head to foot, like a miller, with fine white dust."