"I'll attend to him—the little squirt!... Who are your new friends?"
"There's a perfectly sweet girl in the French class, Marguerite Barret. I think she likes me.... Louis, I don't believe you understand how very happy I am beginning to be—"
"Do people come here?"
"Yes, on Sunday afternoons; I know nearly a dozen nice girls now, and those men I told you about—Mr. Snyder, Mr. Jim Anthony and his brother the artist, and Mr. Cass and Mr. Renwick."
"You can cut out Renwick," he said briefly.
She seemed surprised. "He has always been perfectly nice to me, Louis—"
"Cut him out, Dolly. I know the breed."
"Of course, if you wish."
He looked at her, convinced in spite of himself. "Always ask me about people. If I don't know I can find out."
"I always do," she said.