"Yes, I'll go down to City Hall—if a large fat Tammany alderman can make our love any cleaner."
"You mean you don't believe in marriage."
"Not especially," he said.
"And so if either gets sick of the other he just leaves without any fuss."
"Naturally."
There was a pause. And then Joe spoke again.
"You're a better interviewer than I thought you were," he said. "You've made the picture quite complete—as far as you can see it. Of course you've left all the real stuff out——"
"What is the real stuff, as you call it, young man?" My father's voice had a deadly ring. Joe turned and looked at him as before.
"You couldn't understand," he said.
"I think I understand enough." Dad rose abruptly and turned to Sue. "Sue," he said. "Shall I ask your anarchist friend to go?"