"Ah, yes; he liked my eyes," she said, laughing.
"He estimated them at a million each. He knew!"
"What nonsense you are talking!"
"I am talking of a career," he said quietly. "Consider it. It's worth considering!"
"Ah, now I understand! Well, go on!"
"Just a little glass?" he said, raising the champagne.
"Sounds like Bowery melodrama," she said mockingly. "The Wicked Millionaire. Please be serious! It's so nice to talk of millions!"
"If you knew what I know," he said, looking beyond her and shrugging his shoulders, "it would be easy to discuss! There's only one thing important in life, Miss Baxter. Money!"
"And love?"
"Love! You will love ten—twenty times! What do you know of such things?" he said rapidly. "You have a vague illusion before your eyes, and in reality, what is guiding you is the same principle of nature that governs all life. A woman in the state you are in now is really in a state of hysteria—an unnatural state, that causes you to do any number of illogical things, crazy things—"