"Do you want to pick him out of the gutter?
Is that your idea of triumph over the Tresslyns?
Are you--" "When the time comes, Simmy," said she cryptically, "I will hold out my hand to him, and then we'll have a _real_ man before you can say Jack Robinson.

He will come up like a cork, and he'll be so happy that he'll stay up forever." "Don't be too sure of that.

I've seen better men than George stay down forever." "Yes, but George doesn't want to stay down.

He wants me.

That's all he wants in this world." "Do you imagine that he will come to you, crawling on his knees, to plead for forgiveness or--" "By no means! He'd never sink so low as that.