JILL. Cut our throat spirit, you mean. What's your definition of a gentleman, Dodo?
HILLCRIST. [Uneasily] Can't describe—only feel it.
JILL. Oh! Try!
HILLCRIST. Well—er—I suppose you might say—a man who keeps his form and doesn't let life scupper him out of his standards.
JILL. But suppose his standards are low?
HILLCRIST. [With some earnestness] I assume, of course, that he's honest and tolerant, gentle to the weak, and not self-seeking.
JILL. Ah! self-seeking? But aren't we all, Dodo? I am.
HILLCRIST. [With a smile] You!
JILL. [Scornfully] Oh! yes—too young to know.
HILLCRIST. Nobody knows till they're under pretty heavy fire, Jill.