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It was Monday and Anthony took Geraldine Burke to luncheon, afterward they went up to his apartment.

Geraldine Burke had been an amusement of several months. She demanded so little that he liked her.

“You drink all the time, don’t you?” she said suddenly.

“Why, I suppose so,” replied Anthony in some surprise. “Don’t you?”

“No. I go on parties sometimes – you know, about once a week, but I only take two or three drinks. You and your friends keep on drinking all the time. I should think you’d ruin your health.”

Anthony was somewhat touched.

“You worry about me!”

“Well, I do.”

“I don’t drink so very much,” he declared. “Last month I didn’t touch a drop for three weeks. And I’m really drunk only once a week.”

“But you drink every day and you’re only twenty-five. Haven’t you any ambition? Think what you’ll be at forty?”

“I sincerely trust that I won’t live that long.”

“You cra-azy!” she said – and then: “Are you any relation to Adam Patch?”

“Yes, he’s my grandfather.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely.”

“That’s funny. My daddy used to work for him. Tell me about him.”

“Why,” Anthony considered, “he’s very moral.”

“He’s done a lot of good,” said Geraldine with intense gravity. “Why don’t you live with him?”

“Why should I live with a pastor?”

“You cra-azy!”

Anthony thought how moral was this little waif at heart.

“Do you hate him?”

“I don’t know. I never liked him. You never like people who do things for you.”

“Does he hate you?”

“My dear Geraldine,” protested Anthony, frowning humorously, “do have another cocktail. I annoy him. He’s a prig, a bore, and something of a hypocrite.”

“Why do you call him a hypocrite?”

“Well,” said Anthony impatiently, “maybe he’s not. But he doesn’t like the things that I like.”

“Hm.” Her curiosity seemed satisfied. She sank back into the sofa and sipped her cocktail.

“You’re a funny one,” she commented thoughtfully. “Does everybody want to marry you because your grandfather is rich?”

“They don’t – but I shouldn’t blame them if they did. Still, you see, I never intend to marry.”

“You’ll fall in love someday. Oh, you will – I know.” She nodded wisely. “You will get married, just wait and see.”

“You’re a little idiot, Geraldine.”

She smiled provokingly.

“Oh, I am, am I? Want to bet?”

“That’d be silly too.”

“Oh, it would, would it? Well, I’ll just bet you’ll marry somebody inside of a year.”

“Geraldine,” he said, “in the first place I have no one I want to marry. In the second place I haven’t enough money to support two people. In the third place I am entirely opposed to marriage for people of my type. In the fourth place I have a strong distaste for even the consideration of it.”

Geraldine said she must be going. It was late.

“Call me up soon,” she reminded him as he kissed her goodbye, “you haven’t for three weeks, you know.”

“I will,” he promised fervently.