“Dear; dear; how odd you gentlemen are!”
“Why, it isn't a very odd thing for men to quarrel, is it?”
“No, not in the public room. They're always quarreling there, over their drink and the bagatelle-board; and Dick has to turn them out. But gentlemen ought to know better.”
“They don't, you see, Patty.”
“But what did you quarrel about?”
“Guess.”
“How can I guess? What was it about?”
“About you.”
“About me!” she said, looking up from her work in wonder. “How could you quarrel about me?”
“Well, I'll tell you; he said I had no right to come here. You won't like him after that, will you Patty?”