They just throw themselves at his head, too." "I'm not going to throw myself at him, or any other man." "Just thought I'd tell you," Mary concluded.

"A word to the wise." Saxon had become grave.
"He's not...

not..." she began, than looked the significance of the question she could not complete.
"Oh, nothin' like that--though there's nothin' to stop him.

He's straight, all right, all right.

But he just won't fall for anything in skirts.