"Beast is an appropriate term for most men!" Stephanie exclaimed.—"But it doesn't apply to Montague."
"Possibly it doesn't—you never can tell, however, until you've lived with a man and tried him."
"Montague is a dear!" Stephanie declared.
"Of course he is a dear, a perfect dear," her friend agreed—"and you are not taking much of a chance, but there is a chance."
"He would be taking an infinitely greater chance," said Stephanie.
"He would be taking no chance whatever."
"With my past?"
"Your past is what warrants you—you have been tried in the fire and all the dross fused out of you. I would rather trust you now than—myself."
"You think that all the bad is out?"