Do you know, Boots, that some day that girl is going to marry somebody, and it worries me, knowing men as I do--unless you should think of--" "Great James!" faltered Mr.Lansing, "are you turning into a schatschen?
Are you planning to waddle through the world making matches for your friends?
If you are I'm quitting you right here." "It's only because you are the decentest man I happen to know," said Selwyn resentfully.

"Probably she'd turn you down, anyway.

But--" and he brightened up, "I dare say she'll choose the best to be had; it's a pity though--" "What's a pity ?" "That a charming, intellectual, sensitive, innocent girl like that should be turned over to a plain lump of a man." "When you've finished your eulogy on our sex," said Lansing, "I'll walk home with you." "Come on, then; I can talk while I walk; did you think I couldn't ?" And as they struck through the first cross street toward Lexington Avenue: "It's a privilege for a fellow to know that sort of a girl--so many surprises in her--the charmingly unexpected and unsuspected!--the pretty flashes of wit, the naive egotism which is as amusing as it is harmless.

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