"I am, though!" He turned upon her eyes which had grown suddenly old and weary with longing.
"You poor, foolish boy! In the first place, Mr. O'Neil will hate me for this story. In the second place, no man would look at me. I'm ugly—"
"I think you're beautiful."
"With my snub nose, and big mouth, and—"
"You can make him laugh, and when a woman can make a fellow laugh the rest is easy."
"In the third place I'm mannish and—vulgar, and besides—I don't care for him."
"Of course you don't, or I wouldn't ask it. You see, we're taking no risks! You can at least take up his attention and—and when you see him making for Natalie you can put out your foot and trip him up."
"It wouldn't be honorable, Danny."
"Possibly! But that doesn't make any difference with me. You may as well realize that I've got beyond the point where nice considerations of that sort weigh with me. If you'd ever been in love you'd understand that such things don't count at all. It's your chance to save the reason and happiness of an otherwise perfectly good brother."
"There is nothing I wouldn't do for your happiness—nothing. But—Oh, it's preposterous!"