"I'm different from Perry in one thing at least," he retorted.

"You didn't marry me." "Well, I dare say it's a good thing you never gave me the chance," she tossed back lightly.

"I don't let Perry rave, you know, even over Laura.
Not that I'm unduly jealous, but that I'm easily bored." "I can't imagine you jealous," he commented, keeping as usual close to the intimate intention.
"And of Perry! I should hope not!" Her gesture was one of amused indifference.

"Jealousy is the darling virtue of the savage, and I may not be a saint, but at least I'm civilized.

Give me food and a warm fire and clothes to my back, and I'm quite content to let the passions go." "Even love ?" he asked, still smiling.
She shrugged her shoulders--gracefully as few women can.