"Any old kind."
She considered the matter, surprised.
"I couldn't interfere with your personal liberty," she concluded, "—whatever you choose to do."
"How would you feel about my frequenting some pretty studio model, for example?"
"I haven't the least idea."
"It wouldn't affect you one way or the other, then?"
"It ought not to—provided you are always nice to me."
"That," he exclaimed, "is a cold-blooded, fishy creed!"
"That's the creed of tolerance, Jim."
"All right. Live up to it, then. And I'll try to, too," he added drily. "Because, sometimes when you're off, God knows where, with Grismer, I feel lonely enough to drift with the first attractive girl I come across."