Mighty proud!
There are only two realities--money and brains. I've certainly got
more brains than she or any of her set; as for money, she hasn't
got that. The superiority is all on my side. I'm the one that
ought to feel condescending."
What had he said in his note? Recalling it as well as he could--
for it was one, the last, of more than a dozen notes he had
written in two hours of that evening--recalling phrases he was
pretty sure he had put into the one he had finally sent, in
despair of a better, it seemed to him he had given her a wholly
false impression--an impression of her superiority and of his
fear and awe. That would never do. He must set her right, must
show her he was breaking the engagement only because she was not
up to his standard. Besides, he wished to see her again to make
sure he had been victimized into an engagement by a purely
physical, swiftly-evanescent imagining. Yes, he must see her, must
have a look at her, must have a talk with her.
"It's the only decent, courageous thing to do in the
circumstances. Sending that note looked like cowardice--would be
cowardice if I didn't follow it up with a visit. And whatever else
I am, surely I'm not a coward!"
Margaret had indulged in no masculine ingenuities of logic.
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