Don't forget, George, that she sold you for so much cash." "A darned good bargain," said he, "seeing that she got me at my own value,--which was nothing at all." Lutie went on her way serenely, securely.

If she had a thought for George Tresslyn she succeeded very well in keeping it to herself.

Men would have made love to her, but she denied them that exquisite distraction.

Back in her mind lurked something that guaranteed immunity.
The year had dealt its changes to Lutie as well as to the others, but they were not important.

Discussing herself frankly with Simmy Dodge one evening, she said: "I'm getting on, am I not, Simmy?
But, after all, why shouldn't I?
I'm a rather decent sort, and I'm not a real vulgarian, am I?
Like those people over there at the next table, I mean.