"As if he wouldn't probe until he found out. Don't you know Price Ruyler yet? My father said once he'd have made a great District Attorney. What's the use of telling him later, for that matter? Why not now?"
"I haven't the courage yet. I might have one day—at just the right moment. I never thought I was a coward."
"You're just a kid. That's what's the matter. We ought to have left you out. I told Polly that—"
"You couldn't! Oh, don't you see you couldn't. That's the terrible part of it! Left me out? I'd have found my way in."
"I'm not so sure. You were interested in heaps of things, and in love, and all that—"
"Oh, I'd like to excuse myself by blaming it on being bored, and tired of trying to amuse myself doing nothing worth while, but it's bad blood, that's what it is, bad blood, and you know it, if none of the others do."
"Oh, I'm not one of your heredity fiends. When did your mother tell you?"
"Only the other day."
"Well, she ought to have told you long ago. I believe you'd have kept out if you'd known."
"Wouldn't I? But of course she hated to tell the truth to me—"