"I have never seen a girl like her. She doesn't care what the world thinks. She doesn't care what any one thinks. She goes right along taking everything that comes her way—and giving nothing."
"Did you want her to give you—anything, Jimmie?"
"Me? Not me. She's a beauty and all that. But I wouldn't marry her if she were as rich as Rockefeller—and she isn't. Her money is her Aunt Maude's."
"Oh, Jimmie—sour grapes."
"Sour nothing. She isn't my kind. She said one day that if she wanted a man she'd ask him to marry her. That it was a woman's right to choose. I can't stand that sort of thing."
"But if she should ask you, Jimmie?"
Again he stared at her. "I jolly well shouldn't give her a chance. Not after the way she treated me."
"What way?"
"Oh, making me think I was the whole thing—and then—throwing me down."
"Oh, so you don't like being thrown down?"