done. Davy isn't the man to fail to seize an
opportunity so obviously to his advantage. Not that he hasn't a heart.
He has a big one--does all sorts of gracious, patronizing, kind
things--does no end of harm. But he'd no more let his emotions rule
his life than--than--Victor Dorn--or I, for that matter."

Jane colored; a pathetic sadness tinged the far-away expression of her
eyes.

"No doubt he's half in love with you already. Most men are who know
you. A kindly smile and he'll be kneeling."

"I don't want David Hull," cried Jane. "Ever since I can remember
they've been at me to marry him. He bores me. He doesn't make me
respect him. He never could control me--or teach me--or make me look
up to him in any way. I don't want him, and I won't have him."

"I'm afraid you've got to do it," said Charlton. "You act as if you
realized it and were struggling and screaming against manifest destiny
like a child against a determined mother."

Jane's eyes had a look of terror. "You are joking," said she. "But it
frightens me, just the same."

"I am not joking," replied he. "I can hear the wedding bells--and so
can you."

"Don't!" pleaded Jane. "I've so much confidence in your insight that I
can't bear to hear you saying such things even to tease me.... Why
haven't you told me about these sanatoriums you want?"

"Because I've been hoping I could devise some way of getting them
without the use of money. Did it ever occur to you that almost nothing
that's been of real and permanent value to the world was built with
money? The things that money has done have always been badly done."

"Let me help you," said Jane earnestly. "Give me something to do.
Teach me how to do something. I am SO bored!--and so eager to have an
occupation. I simply can't lead the life of my class.

"You want to be a lady patroness--a lady philanthropist," said
Charlton, not greatly impressed by her despair. "That's only another
form of the life of your class--and a most offensive form."

"Your own terms--your own terms, absolutely," cried Jane in desperation.

"No--marry Hull and go into upper and middle class politics. You'll be
a lady senator or a lady ambassador or cabinet officer, at least."

"I will not marry David Hull--or anybody, just yet," cried Jane. "Why
should I? I've still got ten years where there's a chance of my being
able to attract some man who--attracts me. And after that I can buy as
good a husband as any