"John Gatewood, Lenox Club, Fifth Avenue:
"Person probably discovered. Call here as soon as possible.
W. KEEN."
"What do you make of that?" demanded Gatewood hoarsely.
"Make of it? Why, it's true enough, I fancy. Go and see, and if it's she, be hers!"
"I won't! I don't want to see any ideal! I don't want to marry. Why do you try to make me marry somebody?"
"Because it's good for you, dear friend. Otherwise you'll go to the doggy-dogs. You don't realize how much worry you are to me."
"Confound it! Why don't you marry? Why didn't I ask you that when you put me up to all this foolishness? What right have you to—"
"Tut, friend! I know there's no woman alive fit to wed me and spend her life in stealing kisses from me. I have no ideal. You have an ideal."
"I haven't!"