"Have your own way."
"I mean to,"
The ices were taken away. Windebank went on talking.
"You've no idea how careful a chap with domestic instincts, who
isn't altogether a pauper, has to be. Women make a dead set at him."
"Poor dear!" commented Mavis.
"Fact. You mayn't believe it, but every woman--nearly every woman he
meets--goes out of her way to have a go at him."
"Nonsense!"
Windebank did not heed the interruption; he went on:
"Old Perigal, Charlie Perigal's father, is a rum old chap; lives
alone and never sees anyone and all that. One day he asked me to
call, and what d'ye think he said?"
"Give it up."
"Boy! you're commencing life, and you should know this: always bear
in mind the value of money and the worthlessness of most women.
Good-bye."
"What a horrid old man!"
"Yes, that's what he said."
"And do you bear it in mind?"
"Money I don't worry about. I've more than I know what to do with.
As to women, I'm jolly well on my guard."
"You're as bad as old Perigal, every bit."
"But one has to be. Have some of these strawberries?"
"No, thank you."
"You ate 'em fast enough at Mrs What's-her-name's.
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