"It isn't that. It's because you're so
absorbed in your work that you'd RATHER dig and delve in it, than to
go to parties. That's all right, of course, and much to your credit.
But you can't blame me for liking a man who is willing to throw over
his business engagements for me."
"That's just like you, Patty, to see through me so quickly. You're
right. I don't care an awful lot for society doings. I only go to
parties and things to see you. And it's mighty little satisfaction,
for you're always so surrounded by rattle-pated men, that there's no
getting near you."
"Wait a minute, Ken; is it fair to call them rattle-pated, when you
only mean that they enjoy the kind of gay chatter that you look down
upon?"
"Oh, Patty, I do love you so! And when you say things like that,
that proves what a big, clear mind you have underneath your
frivolity, I love you more than ever. Of course, as you saw at once,
I call them rattle-pates out of sheer envy and jealousy, because
they possess that quality we're speaking of, and I don't. Teach it
to me, Patty; teach me to be a gay society man, dancing attendance
on gay society girls----"
Patty burst into a peal of laughter at this notion of Kenneth's.
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