“Don’t I what?”
“Don’t you know it—that you’re responsible?”
“Do you mean by that, if I were suddenly removed from your scheme of things you’d go all to pieces—back to the kind of chap you were a couple of years ago?”
The man’s face fell.
“Perhaps, Madelaine,” he said solemnly.
“That’s weak, Gordon. You must play the man for the sake of playing the man, not because you want to court the favor of a certain woman.”
“I hoped you’d take it as a compliment, Madge.”
“I do take it as a compliment. But the responsibility isn’t reassuring. I don’t want to feel that I’m a man’s—goal. There’s so much worth while in the world as a goal beside the mere winning of a woman.”
“Not when a fellow’s in love, Madge.”
“Let’s not talk about love. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.”