Isn't it something like that ?" "I suppose it is," she admitted wearily.
"Drugs take the place of wholesome wine," he went on, warming to his subject.

"The hideous fascination of flirting with the uncouth or the impossible some way or another, stimulates a passion which simple means have ceased to gratify.

You seek for the unusual in every way--in food, in the substitution of absinthe for your harmless Martini, of cocaine for your stimulating champagne.

There is a horrible wave of all this sort of thing going on to-day in many places, and I am afraid," he concluded, "that a great many of our very nicest young women are caught up in it." "Guilty," she confessed.

"Now cure me." "I could point out the promised land, but how, could I lead you to it ?" he answered.
"You don't like me well enough," she sighed.
"I like you better than you believe," he assured her, slackening his speed a little.