"Generosity!"
"Yes. It sometimes requires as much to take as to give. But you're like all women."
"Why?"
"When they're not insulted at being offered money they're insulted it isn't more."
"How dare you call me 'women'?"
"Does it hurt your dignity?"
"Never mind what it hurts. You've no right to speak that way, to class me with—with others. Oh, yes, you have, though. I'd forgotten."
"Flash, let me tell you one thing: No matter how young or charming or virtuous you may be, to keep harping on what you know hurts a man's feelings is to be a shrew."
"Your 'feelings'!" The vexation went out of her face. She leaned her chin on her hand and gave him a look so piercing, so direct and unexpected, that it went through all his worldly armor.
"Well?" he asked, grimly, through his teeth. She never guessed the restraint he was putting on himself. "Haven't I a right to any?"