"I would. And as for being a gentleman, why one of the finest I ever met drove a cab in Piccadilly. He was a GENTLE MAN—that is—one who never willingly hurts another. Strange in a cabman, eh?"
"Why did ye let me treat ye all the time as an equal?"
"Because you ARE—superior in many things. Generosity, for instance."
"Oh, don't thry the comther on me. I know ye now. Nothin' seems the same."
"Nothing?"
"Nothin'!"
"Are we never to play like children again?" he pleaded.
"No," she said firmly. "Ye'll have to come out to New York to do it. An' then I mightn't."
"Will nothing make you stay?"
"Nothing. I'm just achin' for me home."