"She's just going to keep you dangling, Fred. You know as well as I do you haven't a chance even if you were idiotic enough to think of marrying her. She's not losing her head, you can bet on that. That's why the mother is on deck."
"Oh, there are half a dozen Yaps with a wad she could have, and any time she wants to whistle," said Fred pugnaciously.
Bojo decided to change his tactics.
"I thought you were cleverer. Thought you'd planned out your whole career; remember the night up on the Astor roof—you weren't going to make any mistakes, oh no! You were going to marry a million. You weren't going to get caught!"
"Shut up, Bojo. Can't you see how rotten I'm in it? I'm doing my best to break away."
"Get up a row then and stay away."
"I've tried, but she's too clever for that. Honest, Tom, I think she's fond of me."
Bojo groaned.
"She thinks you're a millionaire with your confounded style, and your confounded car—that's all!"
"Well, maybe I will be," said DeLancy with a sudden revulsion to cheerfulness, "if Pittsburgh & New Orleans keeps a-sliding."