"Johnny Gamble's a friend of mine.

I'm going home." "Don't, Polly," laughed Constance.

"Why, this is one of Johnny's roses;" and she gave it an extra touch--really a quite affectionate one.
"I'm all mussed up in my mind," complained Polly in a maze of perplexity.

"Johnny Gamble made a million dollars so he could ask you to throw away your million and marry him, and you were so tickled with the idea that you kept score for him." Constance smiled irritatingly.
"I kept score because it was fun.

He never told me why he wanted the money." "You may look like an innocent kid, but you knew that much," accused Polly.
Constance flushed, but she sat down by Polly to laugh.
"To tell you the truth, Polly, I did suspect it," she admitted.
"Yes, and you liked it," asserted Polly.
Constance flushed a little more deeply.
"It was flattering," she acknowledged, "but really, Polly, it brought me into a most humiliating position.