It requires no learned argument to move me, one way or the other.

I can decide for myself." "You should divorce him," he said harshly.
She laughed easily, softly.

"My good friend, if I did that, I'd lose your friendship." He opened his lips to remonstrate, but suddenly caught the undercurrent of the naive remark.
"By Jove," he said, his eyes glowing, "you must not risk finding me too obtuse." "Bravo!" she cried.

"You are improving." "I could provide a splendid substitute for the friendship you speak of," he said coolly.
"Poof! What is that to me?
I could have a hundred lovers--but, ach, friends are the scarcest things in the world.

I prefer friendship.