You've had so much experience, yourself!" "I haven't any, Edith," he said.

"My life has been about as exciting as an incubator chicken's.

But I look out through the glass at things." "Well, then," she said, "if you look out through the glass you must know what effect such stuff would have upon ME!" She rose, visibly agitated.
"What if it WAS true ?" she demanded, bitterly.

"What if it was true a hundred times over?
You sit there with your silly face half ready to giggle and half ready to sniffle, and tell me stories like that, about Sibyl picking on Bobby Lamhorn and worrying him to death, and you think it matters to ME?
What if I already KNEW all about their 'quarreling'?
What if I understood WHY she--" She broke off with a violent gesture, a sweep of her arm extended at full length, as if she hurled something to the ground.

"Do you think a girl that really cared for a man would pay any attention to THAT?
Or to YOU, Bibbs Sheridan!" He looked at her steadily, and his gaze was as keen as it was steady.
She met it with unwavering pride.