"You pays your money and you takes your choice," commented Woodside.
"There is no possible doubt about you paying your money," Porshinger assured dryly. "She will come high."
"If she is in the market—that is," Woodside amended.
"Most women," sneered Porshinger, as he clicked the balls down the rail, "have their price—even Mrs. Lorraine."
"Well, that need be no obstacle to you," Woodside retorted. "You have the price. What you haven't got is the girl—can you get her?"
"My dear fellow, I don't know yet that I want her."
His host laughed lightly.
"You want to look her over first," he said. "I understand. Well if you do want her I wish you luck. I should hesitate about going up against that chilly beauty—she can make you feel like thirty cents if she's so minded."
"She'll not have a chance to make me feel like thirty cents, depend on it," Porshinger boasted.