"He is a bull of sense," said Pendleton. "I compliment him on his discrimination."
"But you can't say so much for me?" she smiled.
"You need some one to look after you, dear—some one on whom you can depend——"
"A matador?" she suggested.
"Very effective so far as the bull is concerned—but not the sort you seem to require."
"You mean something that will keep off undesirable acquaintances."
"Precisely."
"What would you suggest—measles or smallpox?"
"I would suggest a husband."
She shrugged her bare shoulders.