"Oh I see," said Mimi, who had half expected a display of sentiment, "aren't you a funny man. So you don't approve of sisters?"
She had called him a man—perhaps after all his sister had not told the age of his trousers. He straightened up and answered, "Oh, I suppose they are all right—later on."
"Jack—you are a woman-hater!"
"Oh, I don't know," he said, beginning to be flattered, and he fell to wondering how he could call her Mimi, which of course was his right.
"I'll tell you a secret, but perhaps you know it already. Perhaps after all you are only making fun of me."
"Oh, I say, Mimi," he said all in a gulp and then blushed to his ears.
The young lady, noticing this, smiled to herself and continued:
"Well, if you are simply pretending, it's a very good way to get a lot of attention, but of course you know that."
"I? What? Oh, really you don't think!"
"Well, I don't know. Because of course that is what does make a man interesting. It is such a compliment when he does take notice. Now a man like Mr. Sidell who jollies every girl he meets—"