"
"You certainly have got women on the brain," retorted Sibley. "I ain't
ever seen such a man as you. There never was a woman crossing the street
on a muddy day that you didn't sprint to get a look at her ankles.
Behind everything you see a woman. Horses is your profession, but woman
is your practice."
"There ain't but one thing worth livin' for, and that's a woman,"
remarked Deely.
"Do you tell Mrs. Deely that?" asked Sibley.
"Watch me now, she knows. What woman is there don't know when her
husband is what he is! And it's how I know that the trouble with James
Gathorne Kerry is a woman. I know the signs. Divils me own, he's got
'em in his face."
"He's got in his face what don't belong here and what you don't know much
about--never having kept company with that sort," rejoined Sibley.
"The way he lives and talks--'No, thank you, I don't care for anny
thing,' says he, when you're standin' at the door of a friendly saloon,
which is established by law to bespeak peace and goodwill towards men,
and you ask him pleasant to step inside. He don't seem to have a single
vice. Haven't we tried him? There was Belle Bingley, all frizzy hair
and a kicker; we put her on to him. But he give her ten dollars to buy
a hat on condition she behaved like a lady in the future--smilin' at her,
the divil! And Belle, with temper like dinnemite, took it kneelin' as it
were, and smiled back at him--her! Drink, women--nothin' seems to have a
hold on him.
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