She probably
cares no more than you do."
"There's the worst of it. I want her, Grant. When I'm with her I
can't tolerate the idea of giving her up. But how in the mischief
can I marry HER? I'm too strong a dose for a frail, delicate
little thing like her."
"She's as tall as you are. I've seen her play athletes to a
standstill at tennis."
"But she's so refined, so--"
"Oh, fudge!" muttered Arkwright. Then louder: "Didn't I tell you
not to talk to me about this business?"
"But I've got to do it," protested Craig. "You're the only one I
can talk to--without being a cad."
Arkwright looked disgusted. "You love the girl," he said bitterly,
"and she wants you. Marry her."
"But I haven't got the money."
Craig was out with the truth at last. "What would we live on? My
salary is only seventy-five hundred dollars. If I get the
Attorney-Generalship it'll be only eight thousand, and I've not
got twenty thousand dollars besides. As long as I'm in politics I
can't do anything at the law. All the clients that pay well are
clients I'd not dare have anything to do with--I may have to
prosecute them. Grant, I used to think Government salaries were
too big, and I used to rave against office-holders fattening on
the people.
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