"On the contrary, I vastly admire him. The man who can enter with his handicap this big heartless city and successfully smash the giants who oppose him is not an insect. I'd rather call him a hero. All women admire success."
"I see," Stuart replied with suppressed fury, "you enjoy your conquest."
"And why not?" she drawled, with lazy indifference.
"It's disgusting!"
Nan fixed her dark eyes on Stuart.
"How dare you use such a word to me?"
"Because it's true and you know it."
"True or false, you can't say it"—she rose deliberately—"you may go now!"
"Forgive me, dear," Stuart stammered in a queer muffled voice. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I was mad with jealousy."
"You may go," was the hard even answer.