"You are fond of the Mediterranean."
"Every place else seems so savage after it."
"Lottie says you have been talking with MacBirney."
"Just a few minutes."
"How do you like him?" asked her brother-in-law.
Imogene laughed a little: "He is very intelligent. He confuses me a little, though; he is so brisk."
"Is he entertaining?"
Imogene shrugged her shoulders: "Yes. Only, he rather makes you feel as if he were selling you something, don't you know. I suppose it's hardly fair to judge of one from the first interview. His views are broad," smiled Imogene in retrospect. "'I can't understand,' he said 'why our American men should so unceasingly pursue money. What can more than a million or two possibly be good for--unless to give away?'" Imogene looked with a droll smile into Kimberly's stolid face. "When he said, 'a million or two,' I thought of my wretched brother-in-law struggling along with thirty or forty that he hasn't yet managed to get rid of!"
"You don't think, then, he would accept a few of them?" suggested Kimberly.
"Suppose you try him some time," smiled Imogene as she walked with Kimberly to the card-table where Fritzie and Dora Morgan sat with Doane.