"Shall I take those letters now--Mr. Visigoth?"
"I would rather take you--to dinner."
"I might have known," she said, rather tiredly.
"What?"
"That you would not keep your word."
"I have though, for eight weeks."
"I thought your promise meant--"
"Ah no. I never broke a promise in my life, but even I cannot be
expected to keep one indefinitely with a girl like you within eyeshot."
"That can be easily corrected."
"Come now, I'm giving you your chance here to make good."
"Well then, let me take it."
"My dear girl, never expect the best of us to be more than human."
"I suppose, then, this is to be the regulation,
theatrical-manager-dangers-of-a-big-city kind of scene."
"Come now," he said, his voice plushy with the right to intimacy. "We
understand each other--Lilly."
She stood silent, flaming her humiliation.
"And I like you for it. If there is one thing to my mind less
interesting than another, it is the untempted kind of woman who--"
"I never pretended to you, Mr. Visigoth, that I was what you are pleased
to term--tempted!"
"No? But how much more redeeming if you had been.
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