“No, no, sir, you must assume the responsibility. I shall enjoy myself by listening to your diplomatic irrelevances.”
Parker Steel pushed back his chair.
“Betty, you are a woman, what do you advise?”
“Advise!” and she laughed with delicious satisfaction. “Am I to advise infallible man?”
“Well, you know the tricks of the sex.”
“Do I, indeed! Firstly, then, my dear Parker, beware of tears.”
The physician gave an impatient twist to his mustache.
“Kate Murchison is not that sort of creature,” he retorted.
“No, perhaps not. But you may find her dangerous if she makes use of her emotions.”
“Hang it, Betty, I hate scenes!”