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He
was
in
for
it
now
,
possessed
by
a
vast
irrationality
.
She
was
so
near
that
he
felt
his
breathing
change
but
again
his
training
came
to
his
aid
in
a
boy
’
s
laugh
and
a
trite
remark
.
"
You
’
re
teasing
yourself
,
my
dear
.
Once
I
knew
a
man
who
fell
in
love
with
his
nurse
—
"
The
anecdote
rambled
on
,
punctuated
by
their
footsteps
.
Suddenly
Nicole
interrupted
in
succinct
Chicagoese
:
"
Bull
!
"
"
That
’
s
a
very
vulgar
expression
.
"
"
What
about
it
?
"
she
flared
up
.
"
You
don
’
t
think
I
’
ve
got
any
common
sense
—
before
I
was
sick
I
didn
’
t
have
any
,
but
I
have
now
.
And
if
I
don
’
t
know
you
’
re
the
most
attractive
man
I
ever
met
you
must
think
I
’
m
still
crazy
.
It
’
s
my
hard
luck
,
all
right
—
but
don
’
t
pretend
I
don
’
t
KNOW
—
I
know
everything
about
you
and
me
.
"
Dick
was
at
an
additional
disadvantage
.
He
remembered
the
statement
of
the
elder
Miss
Warren
as
to
the
young
doctors
that
could
be
purchased
in
the
intellectual
stockyards
of
the
South
Side
of
Chicago
,
and
he
hardened
for
a
moment
.
"
You
’
re
a
fetching
kid
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
fall
in
love
.
"
"
You
won
’
t
give
me
a
chance
.
"
"
WHAT
!
"
The
impertinence
,
the
right
to
invade
implied
,
astounded
him
.
Short
of
anarchy
he
could
not
think
of
any
chance
that
Nicole
Warren
deserved
.
"
Give
me
a
chance
now
.
"
