I want to get some books and things. Then we'll come
back here and get a house or a flat. I tell you right now," he laughed
not unpleasantly, "I'm going to renig on this society game. You can
play it as hard as you like, until spring. I'll be there with bells on
when it comes to a dance. And I'll go to a show--when a good play
comes along. But I won't mix up with a lot of silly women and equally
silly she-men, any more than is absolutely necessary."
"Why, Bill!" she exclaimed, aghast.
"Well, ain't it so?" he defended lazily. "There's Kitty Brooks--she
has certainly got intelligence above the average. That Lorimer girl
has brains superimposed on her artistic temperament, and she uses 'em
to advantage. Practically all the rest that I've met are intellectual
nonentities--strong on looks and clothes and amusing themselves, and
that lets them out. And they have no excuse, because they've had
unlimited advantages. The men divide themselves into two types. One
that chases the dollar, talks business, thinks business, knows nothing
outside of business, and their own special line of business at that;
the other type, like these Arthur fellows, and Dave Allan and T.
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