"I will leave you to argue it out with him, Mr. Miller." And Hildreth excused herself and went off down the path to the Ronds' too.
"Johnnie," my friend urged, putting his hand on my shoulder, "your little lady has a lot of sense ... it will kick up a hell of a row ... it's true what you say about them rather approving of you now, some of them, considering you a sly dog and so forth.... Yes, I'm sorry to say, what you're doing, much of the world is doing most of the time."
"I beg your pardon, Jerome, but there you've made my point ... do you think I want a sneaking, clandestine thing kept up between me and the woman I love?"
"Then why not stay apart till the divorce is granted, then marry her like a regular fellow?"
"Damn it, Jerome, you don't understand, you don't get what we radicals are driving at...."
"I'll take a chance with my job and quash this interview—that's how much I like you, Johnnie."
"Oh, I know you mean well enough ... most of you boys have treated me rather well, according to your lights ... it's the damned lead-writers and re-writers and editorial writers—they're the ones that do the damage."
"You want me to go ahead then?"
"Yes, that is the only way."
"It is a big story, a real scoop." Miller was again the newspaper man who had scored a beat on rival newspapers....