"Would she have gone?"
"She couldn't afford not to with her old man the President of the United States."
"Well, whaddya gonna do, Big Boy? Think fast! Think fast! Them three weeks will get away from here in no time."
"Don't I know it?"
"What about an abortion?" suggested Bunny, hopefully.
"Nothing doing. First place, she's too frail, and second place she's got some fool idea about that being a sin."
"About the only thing for you to do, then," said Bunny, "is to get ready to pull out when that kid is born."
"Oh, Bunny, I'd hate to leave Helen. She's really the only woman I ever loved, you know. Course she's got her prejudices and queer notions like everybody else but she's really a little queen. She's been an inspiration to me, too, Bunny. Every time I talk about pulling out of this game when things don't go just right, she makes me stick it out. I guess I'd have been gone after I cleaned up that first million if it hadn't been for her."
"You'd have been better off if you had," Bunny commented.
"Oh, I don't know. She's hot for me to become Secretary of State or Ambassador to England or something like that; and the way things are going it looks like I will be. That is, if I can get out of this fix."