"You might get one," answered Betty. "Stay around awhile and let us marry you to a nice girl. They will all throw themselves at your feet, you know, for you have such a delicious melting voice, and you look romantic and exciting." (Montague made a note to inquire whether it was customary in New York to talk about you so frankly to your face.)
Miss Betty was surveying him quizzically meantime. "I don't know," she said. "On second thoughts, maybe you'll frighten the girls. Then it'll be the married women who'll fall in love with you. You'll have to watch out."
"I've already been told that by my tailor," said Montague, with a laugh.
"That would be a still quicker way of making your fortune," said she. "But I don't think you'd fit in the rôle of a tame cat."
"A what?" he exclaimed; and Mis
