"No man of that kind will ever come."
"What kind?"
"That will make me willing to lose the world."
The rain was beating against the windows of the cab.
"Porter, please. We must go home."
"Not unless you'll promise to let me prove it—to let me show that I'm a man—not a—boy."
"You're the best friend I've ever had. I wish you wouldn't insist on being something else."
"But I do insist——"
"And I insist upon going home. Be good and take me."
It was said with decision, and he gave the order to the driver. And so they whirled at last up the avenue of the Presidents and along the edges of the Park, and arrived at the foot of the terrace of the big house.