"Men haven't any right to talk that way. It's their world. If you were a woman you might complain. Look at me! Everything that I have comes from Aunt Maude. She could leave me without a cent if she chose, and she knows it. She owns me, and unless I marry she'll own me until I die."
"You'll marry, Eve. Old Pip will see to that."
"Pip," passionately. "Dicky, why do you always fling Pip in my face?"
"Eve——!"
"You do. Everybody does. And I don't want him."
"Then don't have him. There are others. And you needn't lose your temper over a little thing like that."
"It isn't a little thing."
"Oh, well——" The conversation lapsed into silence until Eve said, "I was horrid—and I think we had better be getting back, Dicky."
Again in the big limousine, with the stolid chauffeur separated from them by the glass screen, she said, softly, "Oh, Dicky, it seems too good to be true that we shall have other nights like this—other rides. When will you come up for good?"
"I am not coming, Eve."