"You have that hospitable reputation now," she persisted, unsmiling.
"Have I? Judge for yourself then—because no woman I ever knew cares anything for me now."
"You mean that if any of them had anything intimate to remember they'd never remain indifferent?"
"Well—yes."
"They'd either hate you or remember you with a certain tenderness."
"Is that what happens?" he asked, amused.
"I think so," she said thoughtfully… . "As for what you said, you are right, Duane; I am adrift… . You—or a man like you could easily board me—take me in tow. I'm quite sure that something about me signals a pilot; and that keen eyes and bitter tongues have noted it. And I don't care. Nor do I know yet what my capabilities for evil are… . Do you care to—find out?"
"It wouldn't be a square deal to you, Rosalie."
