It was fine to see what a dramatic animal she was--really worthy of him in many ways.
"Aileen," he said, softly, hoping still to ingratiate himself by degrees, "please don't be so bitter toward me.

Haven't you any understanding of how life works--any sympathy with it?
I thought you were more generous, more tender.

I'm not so bad." He eyed her thoughtfully, tenderly, hoping to move her through her love for him.
"Sympathy! Sympathy!" She turned on him blazing.

"A lot you know about sympathy! I suppose I didn't give you any sympathy when you were in the penitentiary in Philadelphia, did I?
A lot of good it did me--didn't it?
Sympathy! Bah! To have you come out here to Chicago and take up with a lot of prostitutes--cheap stenographers and wives of musicians! You have given me a lot of sympathy, haven't you ?--with that woman lying in the next room to prove it!" She smoothed her lithe waist and shook her shoulders preparatory to putting on a hat and adjusting her wrap.

She proposed to go just as she was, and send Fadette back for all her belongings.
"Aileen," he pleaded, determined to have his way, "I think you're very foolish.