"You let the other men go fight for American girls.

Do you imagine one of them will ever marry you ?...

All your life, Mr.Morrison, you will be a marked man--outside the pale of friendship with real American men and the respect of real American girls." Morrison leaped up, almost knocking the table over, and he glared at Carley as he gathered up his hat and cane.

She turned her back upon him.
From that moment he ceased to exist for Carley.

She never spoke to him again.
Next day Carley called upon her dearest friend, whom she had not seen for some time.
"Carley dear, you don't look so very well," said Eleanor, after greetings had been exchanged.
"Oh, what does it matter how I look ?" queried Carley, impatiently.
"You were so wonderful when you got home from Arizona." "If I was wonderful and am now commonplace you can thank your old New York for it." "Carley, don't you care for New York any more ?" asked Eleanor.
"Oh, New York is all right, I suppose.