"Oh, it couldn't happen now. He's altogether too cool and calculating."
"Do you think he's cool and calculating?"
"No. He's too old for a broken heart—a new one."
"Mrs. Bowen," demanded the girl solemnly, "could you forgive yourself for such a thing if you had done it?"
"Yes, perfectly well, if I wasn't in love with him."
"But if you'd made him think you were?" pursued the girl breathlessly.
"If I were a flirt—yes."
"I couldn't," said Imogene, with tragic depth.
"Oh, be done with your intensities, and go to bed, Imogene," said Mrs. Bowen, giving her a playful push.