Do you think I'd spoil things for her, now that she's made good?
Think I'd butt in and queer it all?
I'm no good, I'm a rotter, and I'm going to the devil as fast as I know how, Simmy.

That's my affair, too.

But I'm not mean enough to begrudge her the happiness she's found in spite of all us damned Tresslyns.

Now, run along, Simmy, and don't worry about anything happening to her,--at least, so far as I'm concerned.

She'll probably have her work cut out defending herself against some of her fine gentlemen, some of the respectable rotters in there.