You're very soft-hearted.

It's all in the game.

You'll have to take your chance as well, and no one'll be sorry for you if you come worst out of it." Sally looked at her thoughtfully.

"I don't believe you've got a heart, Janet," she said.
"Don't you ?" "Well, have you ?" "It's not a weakness I care to confess to." "That's as good as admitting it." Janet was slowly driving to the point.

In another moment, she knew that she would have the truth.
"If having a heart means wasting one's sorrows on men like Mr.Arthur, I'm glad I haven't." Janet threw her work over the end of her bed, and looked up at Sally.
"Who is he, Sally ?" she asked abruptly.