If that's the sort of thing one has to put up with in society"-- Travis drew a little line on the sofa at her side with her finger-tip--"I am going to--stop--right--there.

It's not"-- Miss Bessemer stiffened again--"that I'm afraid of Jack Carter and his dirty stories; I simply don't want to know the kind of people who have made Jack Carter possible.

The other girls don't mind it, nor many men besides you, Condy; and I'm not going to be associated with people who take it as a joke for a man to come to a function drunk.
And as for having a good time, I'll find my amusements somewhere else.
I'll ride a wheel, take long walks, study something.

But as for leading the life of a society girl--no! And whether I have a good time or not, I'll keep my own self-respect.

At least I'll never have to dance with a drunken man.