"You've never cried——"
She laughed at that. "If I haven't it is because I know that afterwards you always—run away."
He admitted it. "One can't marry them all."
"I wonder if you are ever serious," she told him, her chin in her hand.
"I am always serious. That's what makes it—interesting——"
"But the poor little—hearts?"
"Some one has to teach, them," said George, "that it's a pretty game——"
"Will it be always a game—to you—Georgie?"
"Who knows?" he said. "So far I've held trumps——"
"Your conceit is colossal, but somehow you seem to get away with it." She smiled and stood up. "I'm going to bed early. I have been losing my beauty sleep lately, Georgie."