"And he was telling how hard a time he was having; what with
Stillwater's corruption and the President's timidity about really
acting against rich, people--something about criminal suits
against what he calls the big thieves--I didn't understand it, or
care much about it, but it gave me an impression of Mr. Craig's
power."
"There IS some truth in what he says," Arkwright admitted, with a
reluctance of which his pride, and his heart as well, were
ashamed. "He's become a burr, a thorn, in the Administration, and
they're really afraid of him in a way--though, of course, they
have to laugh at him as every one else does."
"Of course," said Margaret absently.
Arkwright watched her nervously. "You seem to be getting round to
the state of mind," said he, "where you'll be in danger of
marrying our friend Craig."
Margaret, her eyes carefully away from him, laughed softly--a
disturbingly noncommittal laugh.
"Of course, I'm only joking," continued Arkwright. "I know YOU
couldn't marry HIM."
"Why not?"
"Because you don't think he's sincere."
Her silence made him feel that she thought this as weak as he did.
"Because you don't love him.
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