"Will you be here in the morning?"
"I think not. She'll be all right. If she isn't, send over for me."
"You don't think that the shock—the exhaustion—"
"Naw," said the big doctor with good-natured contempt; "she's going to be all right in the morning…. She's a lovely creature, isn't she? Sam said so. Sam has an eye for beauty. But, by jinks! I was scarcely prepared for such physical perfection—h'm!—or such fine and nice discrimination—or for such pluck…. God knows what people's families want these days. If the world mated properly our best families would be extinct in another generation…. You're one of 'em; you'd better get diligent before the world wakes up with a rush of common sense to its doddering old head." He gave him both hands, warmly, cordially: "Good-bye, Louis."
Neville said: "I want you to know that I'd marry her to-morrow if she'd have me, Billy."
The doctor lifted his eyebrows.
"Won't she?"
"No."
"Then probably you're not up to sample. A girl like that is no fool. She'll require a lot in a man. However, you're young; and you may make good yet."
"You don't understand, Billy—"