"That's a half-hearted statement."
"I—I—know I do, Hortie."
"Ah, that is better. And I love you, Sylvia. Loving you is an old, old story with me—a sort of habit. I shall never change. You are too much a part of me, Sylvia. Now pay the boatman and you shall go. One is too cheap. Two is miserly. The fare is three. I won't take less."
"I consider your methods despicable," announced the girl when at last he reluctantly put her down on her feet.
"A warrior must study his adversary and plan his attack accordingly."
"You blackmailed me."
"I know my Sylvia," he countered.
"Just the same you had no right to take advantage."
"Perhaps you'd rather I trundled back to New York tomorrow and offered the ring to Estelle."
"Silly! I was only fooling," she protested quickly, linking her arm in his. "This ring would never fit Estelle, dearest. Her hands are tremendous. Didn't you ever notice them? They are almost as large as a man's. I never saw such hands."