"It would probably be the best thing for you."
"Do you think so? But I'd be a rotten wife, Bobs," she added, a cloud settling down upon her expressive face. "What kind of a training have I had to marry and have children to bring up?"
"About the same as most of your set, haven't you?"
"Yes; and look at them! There isn't one of them that's true to her husband."
"Great Lord, Pat——"
"Now, I have shocked you."
"Yes, you have. Not the fact—though it isn't a fact so sweepingly—but that you at your age should know it or think it."
"Oh, I don't mean necessarily that they go the limit. But they're all out for a flutter with any attractive suitor that comes along. Bobs, tell me something; if a married woman goes necking around isn't she more likely to—to go farther than a girl is?"
"Depends on the individual. It isn't the safest of pastimes for anyone, as I've suggested to you."