"No, I guess one'll be about enough."
"Generally, when a man is looking for a divorce, he wants to marry again. Have you got any such notion?"
"Well, I know a woman that would make a man a mighty good livin'. She ain't putty; she's as freckled as a turkey egg, but she's a hustler from 'way back. I could bring her here. You could board with us. She's a rattlin' cook; and she's got land. What do you say?"
"I say you are a scoundrel?"
"Oh, that's all right; I'm a man. But I don't see anythin' wrong in it. She's a woman, and if it ain't right for a woman to keep house, then I don't know what it is right for her to do. She wants to marry, and I don't see that anybody is kickin' up much dust around her. What do you say?"
"I told you what I said."
"Yes, you said I was a scoundrel, and there hain't been any argument raised on that p'int. What do you say about her comin'?"
"She'll not come while I'm here; I'll tell you that."
"That's all you need to tell me. I'm a good scuffler, but I know when I'm flung down. You didn't see the Professor's daughter when you was over there, did you?"
"Is she the woman?"