And yet he knew enough of her to know that she was "worth while." He had had experience--all the experience he wanted--with other older women and girls of society.

They were sophisticated, they were all a little tired, they had run the gamut of amusements--in a word, they were jaded.

But Travis, this girl of nineteen, who was not yet even a debutante, had been fresh and unspoiled, had been new and strong and young.
"Of course, you may call it what you like.

He was nothing more nor less than intoxicated--yes, drunk." "Hah! who--what--wh--what are you talking about ?" gasped Condy sitting bolt upright.
"Jack Carter," answered Travis.

"No," she added, shaking her head at him helplessly, "he hasn't been listening to a word.