(It was a real pleasure to him that head and heart went together in this matter.) "But sometimes, you know, women regret that sort of thing.

Wish they hadn't been quite so sensible, you know." "Jenny doesn't," said Archie.
Dick took up his glass which he had filled with his third whisky-and-soda, hardly five minutes before, and drank half of it.

He sucked his mustache, and in that instant confidentialism rose in his heart.
"Well, I'm going to have a shot myself," he said.
"What ?" "I'm going to have a shot.

She can but say 'No.'" Archie's extreme repose of manner vanished for a second.

His jaw dropped a little.
"But, good Lord! I hadn't the faintest--" "I know you hadn't.