"I know the meaning of what's mine. Think I'd give up the woman I loved to another man?"
"Even if she loved the other man best?"
"I'd have my girl first, and find out how she felt about the other man afterwards."
"Oh, but think if you gave her up, how noble it would be. You would have sacrificed all that you held the dearest to an ideal. Oh, if I were in Enoch Arden's place, and my husband thought I was dead, and I knew he was happy with another woman, it would just be a joy to deny myself, sacrifice myself to spare him unhappiness. That would be my idea of love. Then I'd go into a convent."
"Not much. I'd let the other fellow go to the convent. If I loved a woman, I wouldn't let anything in the world stop me from winning her."
"You have so much determination, haven't you?" she said, looking at him.
Landry enlarged his shoulders a little and wagged his head.
"Well," he said, "I don't know, but I'd try pretty hard to get what I wanted, I guess."
"I love to see that characteristic in men," she observed. "Strength, determination."
"Just as a man loves to see a woman womanly," he answered. "Don't you hate strong-minded women?"