“Probably I learned it from him.... I’ve learned ’most everything I know from him.”
“You’re an odd girl,” he told her.
“So Clive says.... You’re very like Clive yourself, do you know?”
“I wish I were more like him, in some ways; but in other respects—”
“Yes—you’re very much like him. Only—more so!”
“What do you mean? You rather alarm me.”
“Oh, you needn’t be alarmed. My meaning is very flattering. I think a lot of Clive!”
“Then why do you run away from him?” Felix demanded.
“Is coming to Chicago running away from him?”
“He wanted you to come to Chicago three years ago—didn’t he?”