“Think so?”
“Sure so! If it gets released and well booked they’ll be after you like flies—all the big firms.”
“Bon!” said Mornice, who could throw a spice of French into her conversation.
“Morny!”
“That’s me!”
“I suppose dozens of men have adored you?”
“Oh, yes. We’ll take a tram to-morrow, if you please, and look at their little graves.”
“Have you ever loved any of them?”
“All of them.”
“Any one more than the rest?”