Oh, Ida was rigged up to beat the band; honestly her _hat_ was as broad across as that.

You know there's no use talking, she's an awfully handsome girl." A discussion arose over the girl's virtue.

Ellis, Geary, and young Haight maintained that Ida was only fast; Vandover, however, had his doubts.
"For that matter," said Ellis after a while, "I like Bessie Laguna a good deal better than I do Ida." "Ah, yes," retorted young Haight, "you like Bessie Laguna too much anyhow." Young Haight had a theory that one should never care in any way for that kind of a girl nor become at all intimate with her.
"The matter of liking her or not liking her," he said, "ought not to enter into the question at all.

You are both of you out for a good time and that's all; you have a jolly flirtation with her for an hour or two, and you never see her again.

That's the way it ought to be! This idea of getting intimate with that sort of a piece, and trying to get her to care for you, is all wrong." "Oh," said Vandover deprecatingly, "you take all the pleasure out of it; where does your good time come in if you don't at least pretend that you like the girl and try to make her like you ?" "But don't you see," answered Haight, "what a dreadful thing it would be if a girl like that came to care for you seriously?
It isn't the same as if it were a girl of your own class." "Ah, Dolly, you've got a bean," muttered Ellis, sipping his whisky.
Meanwhile, the Imperial had been filling up; at about eleven the theatres were over, and now the barroom was full of men.