"Do you mean to tell me that respectable women sit and listen to such talk?"
"But, Joey dear, you see so little of us respectable women now, you don't really know us—"
"It's not decent—"
Nelly was all patience.
"But, you know, Joey dear, I think maybe it is true. Don't you think so?"
Cameron swallowed two or three retorts; then with a laugh that seemed to break to pieces in the air, he went into he hall, got into his hat and coat, and left the house.
Nellie listened gravely.
"Poor dear old land-lubber!" she sighed. "But it had to come sooner or later!" Then she went to the telephone.
"57900 Bryant, please. May I speak to Mr. Crane?"