It is all perfectly legal, isn't it?
I have heard my father say that it is." Lawler's smile grew slightly bitter.

He saw that the girl's mind was merely skipping over the surface of the commercial sea upon which her father sailed a pirate craft; she had not plunged into the depths where she might have found the basic principles of all business--fairness; she had taken no account of the human impulse that, in just men, impels them to grant to their fellows a fighting chance to win.
Watching her closely, Lawler saw in her the signs of frivolity and vanity that he had failed to see that day when he had met her in Willets.

Her attitude now revealed her as plainly as though he had known her all her days.

She comprehended none of life's big problems; the relations of men to one another had not compelled her attention; the fine, deep impulses of sympathy had not touched her.

She was selfish, self-centered, light, inconsequential--a woman who danced from under the burdens of life and laughed at those who were forced to bear them for her.
And yet she was a woman, demanding respect from his sex.