I was crazy. How's a man to marry a LADY and live like
a GENTLEMAN on seven or eight thousand a year? It can't be done."
"And you used to rave against living like a gentleman," thrust
Grant maliciously.
Craig reddened. "There it is!" he fairly shouted. "I'm going to
the devil. I'm sacrificing all my principles. That's what this
mixing with swell people and trying to marry a fashionable lady is
doing for me!"
"You're broadening out, you mean. You're losing your taste for
tommy-rot."
"Not at all," said Craig surlily and stubbornly. "I'll tell you
what I'm going to do. I'm going to see the girl to-day and put the
whole case before her. And I want you to back me up."
"I'll do nothing of the sort," cried Grant. "How can you ask such
a thing of ME?"
"Yes, you must go with me to-day."
"I've got an engagement--garden-party at the British Embassy."
"Going there, are you? ... Um! ... Well, we'll see."
The breakfast came and Craig ate like a ditch-digger--his own
breakfast and most of Grant's. Grant barely touched the food, lit
a cigarette, sat regarding the full-mouthed Westerner gloomily.
"What DID Margaret see in this man?" thought Grant.
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