Instead, he insisted on taking her off on little evening sprees uptown.
"Do you know what's the matter with both of us ?" he said to her one evening.

"We've been getting too durned devoted to our jobs and our ideals.
You're becoming a regular school marm and I'm getting to be a regular slave to every wretched little babe who takes it into his head to be born.

We haven't one redeeming vice." And again he took up dancing.

The first effort which he made, down at Deborah's school one evening, was a failure quite as dismal as his attempts of the previous year.

But he did not appear in the least discouraged.