“Mr. Van Rhuys has had a happy escape—and I am not necessarily uncomplimentary to you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me of your engagement to Mary Gordon the other night?”
“Partly because she asked me not to, partly because I didn’t think it would interest you.”
“You are very modest.”
“Would it have interested you?”
“It does—immensely. What an irrepressible flirt you are!”
“Do you expect me to sit up at midnight with a pretty woman, and not flirt with her? Why else did you send for me to come here?”
“You are engaged to another woman.”
“You expect no man to remember his obligations when he is with you.” He laid down his pipe suddenly. “Give me these two weeks,” he said; “I shall never meet a woman like you again. If you will forget what the end must be, I will.”
“Why is it that Englishmen are always marrying that type of woman—and always forgetting their obligations?”