"Honey, don't try to kid that guy--look here," said Evelyn, showing Pearl the hundred-dollar bill Big Boy had given her. "What's it for, Ev?" "Well, he's nuts about you--and he wants to marry you. Of course, you know that already, and what's more, it's none of my business, but for your own good, don't try to string that guy along. He looks like a kid, that's true. He is as easy to handle as a kid, but Pearl, he is a killer. I know him, and I know what he will do. So, if you want to marry him, and settle down, your nest will be feathered and in a big way, but don't try to kid him if you ain't serious--be frank about it--tell him the truth and then lay off him, or else be all for him. He gave me this money to talk for him, and to tell you what a great guy he is, and try to talk you into marrying him--I ain't telling you what to do and I ain't telling you what not to do--but don't kid him, and don't promise nothing you can't make good." "Why, Ev, I haven't known you for hardly twenty-four hours. I didn't even stop to think you had a serious side--you are a dear. Sure, I know what you mean. Now I'll tell you how I feel towards him. I don't love him, I never could. He's not my type, but when he gets around me, and puts his arms around me, and pulls me close, I can't hold out on him--he is the personification of satisfaction--Oh, Hell, Ev, you know what I mean, don't you?" "I admit you ain't left much to my imagination, but I get you." "You see, Ev, I am in love--but I know it is a hopeless love--but love, nevertheless--and it's Harry Hicks, the guy I went with when I left you last night in the cafe--that kid sure got under my skin." "Well, he better stay from under them things." "You don't like Harry, do you, Ev?" "Well,--I don't dislike him. I never thought of him as anything but a big kid and I always treated him as one--Harry is a damn good guy as far as I know, and I don't think that he has an enemy in the world, but don't make the mistake that lots of the other girls have made with Harry--he likes all the girls, and what's more, he couldn't be true to any one for five minutes, not even himself--he's like millions of other men; to him a woman is for one thing, and when he is through, he is through--so the only way to impress him is to never--never let him know that he means any more to you than the lowest Cholo." "That seems to be the standard formula to make any man nuts for you." "Oh--good--Heavens, Pearl, dear, we are forgetting Big Boy, and most of all to me, we are forgetting breakfast, even if it is almost dinner time," said Evelyn, as they hurried to the street. "Have you been waiting long?" asked Pearl, as they sat down. "Not long, but I had begun to be a little impatient." "Did you order for us yet?" asked Evelyn. "No, I thought I'd better wait, so I just had coffee, and decided to read the paper until you showed up." "Any news?" asked Pearl.