As
soon as she was beyond the danger of having to continue that
curious conversation she walked less rapidly. "I wonder what he
really thinks," she said to herself. "I wonder what I really
think. I suspect we'd both be amazed at ourselves and at each
other if we knew."
Arrived at her grandmother's she had one more and huger cause for
wonder. There were a dozen people in the big salon, the old lady
presiding at the tea-table in high good humor. "Ah--here you are,
Margaret," cried she. "Why didn't you bring your young man?"
"He's too busy for frivolity," replied Margaret.
"I saw him this afternoon," continued Madam Bowker, talking aside
to her alone when the ripples from the new stone in the pond had
died away. "He's what they call a pretty rough customer. But he
has his good points."
"You liked him better?" said the astonished Margaret.
"I disliked him less," corrected the old lady. "He's not a man any
one"--this with emphasis and a sharp glance at her granddaughter--
"likes. He neither likes nor is liked. He's too much of an
ambition for such petty things. People of purpose divide their
fellows into two classes, the useful and the useless.
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