You were interested in heaps of things, and in love, and all that--" "Oh, I'd like to excuse myself by blaming it on being bored, and tired of trying to amuse myself doing nothing worth while, but it's bad blood, that's what it is, bad blood, and you know it, if none of the others do." "Oh, I'm not one of your heredity fiends.

When did your mother tell you ?" "Only the other day." "Well, she ought to have told you long ago.

I believe you'd have kept out if you'd known." "Wouldn't I?
But of course she hated to tell the truth to me--" "Well, if I'd known that you didn't know I'd have told you, all right.

I wormed it out of Dad soon after you arrived, and at first I thought it was a good joke on Society, to say nothing of Price Ruyler, with his air of God having created heaven first, maybe, but New York just after.

Then I got fond of you and I wouldn't have told for the world.