“But——”
“No,” said Sam firmly, “it’s no use arguing; I just wouldn’t give it to you. What did she see in you?”
“Oh, well——”
“It couldn’t have been your looks—we’ll dismiss that right away, of course. It couldn’t have been your conversation or your intellect, because you haven’t any. Then what was it?”
“Oh, well, I’ve got a way with me, Sam—that’s how it is.”
“A way?”
“Ah!”
“What sort of way?”
“Oh, just a way.”