"Well, little girl, what have you got to say for yourself?... I suppose you're still sore on me ... forget it and forgive. I apologize. I acted like a beast, I know.... It was the booze. It got the better of my judgment. Just the same, _in vino veritas_, I was most terribly stuck on you--and still am--no, sit still! I'm cold sober.... I thought, of course, you were like the rest.... Come, shake hands with me and say all is forgiven. I saw your husband to-day and he told me to come and see you.... I knew then that it was all right.... I felt sure you had too much common sense to tell hubby.... When are you coming out of the nunnery?..." He threw himself into the chair and smiled genially. I was holding fast to something he had said: "I thought of course you were like the rest." ... "Doctor, will you answer me a question--truthfully, I mean?" "I will if I can," he flashed back at me. "You said a few minutes since that you had thought me like the rest. Who did you mean by 'the rest'--women as a class--the class you go about with--or the women of the stage?" "Well ... if you want the honest truth--I had actresses in mind when I spoke." "You believe actresses are any worse, even as bad, as the women I met at dinner last week?" "Um ... ye-s ... I think actresses would go farther." "_Go farther!_" "Yes. None of these women--at least not many of them--you've met would really go the limit. They do a good deal of playing around the edge, but it's only once in a while they get into a scrape.... Look here! I don't hold a brief for judging the relative virtues of women. I don't blame anybody for squeezing all the enjoyment they can out of life--for you don't know what's coming hereafter." The doctor showed signs of irritation.... A sound from Boy suggested my next remark. "Suppose one has children?"