"Well ?" "In spite of it," continued Ransford, "you've since addressed her again on the matter--not merely once, but twice." Bryce put his file away, and thrusting his hands in his pockets, crossed his feet as he leaned back against the table--his whole attitude suggesting, whether meaningly or not, that he was very much at his ease.
"There's a great deal to be said on a point like this," he observed.

"If a man wishes a certain young woman to become his wife, what right has any other man--or the young woman herself, for that matter to say that he mustn't express his desires to her ?" "None," said Ransford, "provided he only does it once--and takes the answer he gets as final." "I disagree with you entirely," retorted Bryce.

"On the last particular, at any rate.

A man who considers any word of a woman's as being final is a fool.

What a woman thinks on Monday she's almost dead certain not to think on Tuesday.