"
"You know I'm right. Every man and every woman ought to marry. A
home--children--THAT'S life. The rest is all incidental--trivial.
Do you suppose I could work as I do if it wasn't that I'm getting
ready to be a family man? I need love--sympathy--tenderness.
People think I'm hard and ambitious. But they don't know. I've got
a heart, overflowing with tenderness, as some woman'll find out
some day. But I didn't come to talk about myself."
Margaret made a movement of surprise--involuntary, startled.
"No, I don't always talk about myself," Craig went on; "and I'll
let you into a secret. I don't THINK about myself nearly so much
as many of these chaps who never speak of themselves. However, as
I was saying, I'm going to get you a husband. Now, don't you get
sick, as your mother did. Be sensible. Trust me. I'll see you
through--and that's more than any of these cheap, shallow people
round you would do."
"Well?" said Margaret.
"You and Grant Arkwright are going to marry. Now don't pretend--
don't protest. It's the proper thing and it must be done. You like
him?"
As Craig was looking sharply at her she felt she must answer. She
made a vague gesture of assent.
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