"You know you do!" he said, with a slow smile, still resolved to continue the rôle of bon enfant.
"Most women are simpler, then?"
"Much!"
"And how do you do?" she said, her elbows on the table, leaning forward eagerly. "Just say flatly, 'How much?'"
He ran a lean finger through the mounting mustache, smiling.
"Usually, yes!"
"And they all have their price?"
"Not all, no; but all that I want," he answered frankly.
"That must be quite exciting—the estimating, I mean," she said, to draw him out. "Imagine looking at a woman and saying: 'This one will cost me a thousand, this one ten thousand, and this one will be very, very expensive.' It must be quite amusing to see if you guess right!"
"Very amusing—yes."