She knew already, after only five weeks' experience, how bad a man he was--how unscrupulous, false, and treacherous, how lazy and selfish.

But, after a fashion, she loved him; after a woman's fashion, she was madly jealous of him.

Another woman! And only the other night she had seen him giving brandy-and-soda to one of the music-hall ballet-girls.

Another woman! "If you do, Joe," she said; "oh, if you do--I will kill her and you too!" He laughed.
"If I do, my dear, you don't think I shall be such a fool as to tell you who she is.

Do you suppose that no woman has ever fallen in love with me before you?
But then, my pretty, you see I don't talk about them; and do you suppose--oh, Lotty, are you such a fool as to suppose that you are the first girl I ever fell in love with ?" "What do you want me to do?
Tell me again." "I have told you already.