She's an awful ass, don't you
think, Tommy?"
"Ya-as," said the blase man; "such as she is."
"Mighty hard lines, this thing of being an ordinary American,"
lamented the placid bore.
"One might just as well be called Abraham or Isaac," reflected Carter.
"No romantic young lover would live through the first chapter with
either of those names," said pretty Miss Ratliff, who read every novel
that came out.
"Dauntless has been terribly out of humour for the past week or two,"
said Carter. "He's horribly cut up over the affair,--grouchy as
blazes, and flocks by himself all the time. That's not like him,
either."
"He's the sweetest boy I know," commented little Mrs. Tanner, whose
husband had barked about the midiron.
"I've heard he's the only man you ever really loved," murmured Rolfe,
close to her ear.
"Nonsense! I've known him all my life," she replied, with quick and
suspicious resentment.
"Trite phrase," scoffed he. "I'll wager my head that every woman
living has uttered that same worn expression a hundred times. 'Known
him all my life!' Ha, ha! It's a stock apology, my dear. Women, good
and bad, trade under that flag.
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