"You beauty, you."
"'Sh-h-h!"
"Gad! but I like you. Sit down, Marj, I got a new proposition to put to you. I can talk big money, girl."
"Don't—Blink."
"Sit down, girl. Harry don't stand for no stage stuff in here no more."
"I—"
"I got a new proposition, girl. One that'll make Checkers look like thirty cents. A white proposition, too, Marj. A baby could listen to it."
"Yes, yes, Blink, but not now. When you get lit up you—you oughtn't begin to dream about those millionaire propositions, Blink. Try and keep your wits."
"A baby could listen to this here proposition, Marj. And big money, too,
Marj. It's diamonds for you."
Somehow with her lips she smiled down at him, and did not tug for the release of her hand. Dallied for the instant instead.