Women have spoiled him a lot.

But--but he _does_ love me, Lisa." "And he did love Maxine!" I laughed.
"He didn't.

He never loved her.

I--you see, you put such horrid thoughts into my head that--that I just mentioned her name when he said to-night--oh, when he said the usual things, about never having cared seriously for anyone until he saw me.

Only--it seems treacherous to call them '_usual_' because--when you love a man you feel that the things he says can never have been said before, in the same way, by any other man to any other woman." "Only perhaps by the same man to another woman," I mocked at her, trying to act as if I were teasing in fun.
"Lisa, you _can_ be hateful sometimes!" she cried.
"It's only for your good, if I'm hateful now," I said.