Life
is bearable, at the worst, for any of us in the routine. But when
the crisis comes we need, not only all our own strength, but all
we can rally to our support. I tell you, Miss Severence, Grant is
one of the men that can be relied on. I despise his surface--as I
do yours. But it's because I see the man--the manhood--beneath
that surface, that I love him. And I want him to have a woman
worthy of him. That means YOU. You, too, have the soul that makes
a human being--a real aristocrat--of the aristocracy, of strong
and honest hearts."
Craig's face was splendid, was ethereal in its beauty, yet
flashing with manliness. He looked as she had seen him that night
two years before, when he had held even her and her worldly
friends spellbound, had made them thrill with ideas of nobility
and human helpfulness foreign to their everyday selves. She sat
silent when he had finished, presently drew a long breath.
"Why aren't you always like that?" she exclaimed half to herself.
"You'll marry Grant?"
She shook her head positively. "Impossible."
"Why not?"
"Impossible," she repeated. "And you mustn't speak of it to me--or
to him. I appreciate your motive.
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