be done. It's for men to do them, and for
women to reserve their love as a reward for such men. Look at that
young Frenchman who went up last week in a balloon. It was blowing a
gale of wind; but because he was announced to go he insisted on
starting. The wind blew him fifteen hundred miles in twenty-four
hours, and he fell in the middle of Russia. That was the kind of man I
mean. Think of the woman he loved, and how other women must have
envied her! That's what I should like to be,--envied for my man."

"I'd have done it to please you."

"But you shouldn't do it merely to please me. You should do it because
you can't help yourself, because it's natural to you, because the man
in you is crying out for heroic expression. Now, when you described
the Wigan coal explosion last month, could you not have gone down and
helped those people, in spite of the choke-damp?"

"I did."

"You never said so."

"There was nothing worth bucking about."

"I didn't know." She looked at me with rather more interest. "That
was brave of you."

"I had to. If you want to write good copy, you must be where the
things are."

"What a prosaic motive! It seems to take all the romance out of it.
But, still, whatever your motive, I am glad that you went down that
mine." She gave me her hand; but with such sweetness and dignity that
I could only stoop and kiss it. "I dare say I am merely a foolish
woman with a young girl's fancies. And yet it is so real with me, so
entirely part of my very self, that I cannot help acting upon it. If I
marry, I do want to marry a famous man!"

"Why should you not?" I cried. "It is women like you who brace men up.
Give me a chance, and see if I will take it! Besides, as you say, men
ought to MAKE their own chances, and not wait until they are given.
Look at Clive--just a clerk, and he conquered India! By George! I'll
do something in the world yet!"

She laughed at my sudden Irish effervescence. "Why not?" she said.
"You have everything a man could have,--youth, health, strength,
education, energy. I was sorry you spoke. And now I am glad--so
glad--if it wakens these thoughts in you!"

"And if I do----"

Her dear hand rested like warm velvet upon my lips. "Not another word,
Sir! You should have been at the office for evening duty half an hour
ago; only I hadn't the heart to remind you. Some day, perhaps, when
you have won your place in the world, we shall talk it over again."