She turned upon the tactless intruder.
"Suppose," cried Anita fiercely, "a man thought you were worth forty dollars a month--honestly didn't know!--honestly believed you were poor and worked for your living, and still said your smile was worth more than all of old man Flagg's millions, not knowing they were YOUR millions.

Suppose he didn't ask any money of you, but just to take care of you, to slave for you--only wanted to keep your pretty hands from working, and your pretty eyes from seeing sickness and pain.

Suppose you met that man among this rotten lot, what would you do?
What wouldn't you do ?" "Why, Anita!" exclaimed Miss Page.
"What would you do ?" demanded Anita Flagg.

"This is what you'd do: You'd go down on your knees to that man and say: 'Take me away! Take me away from them, and pity me, and be sorry for me, and love me--and love me--and love me!" "And why don't you ?" cried Helen Page.
"Because I'm as rotten as the rest of them!" cried Anita Flagg.

"Because I'm a coward.