David Harum: A Story of American LifeWestcott, Edward Noyes
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David Harum: A Story of American Life
Westcott, Edward Noyes
Bankers -- Fiction; New York (State) -- Fiction
"I think you are wrong," said John, "and I feel sure of so much as this:
that a man might often be or do for a woman's sake that which he would
not for its sake or his own."
"That is quite another thing," she said. "There is in it no question of
influence; it is one of impulse and motive."
"I have told you to-night," said John, "that what you said to me had
influenced me greatly."
"Pardon me," she replied, "you employed a figure which exactly defined
your condition. You said I supplied the drop which caused the solution
to crystallize--that is, to elaborate your illustration, that it was
already at the point of saturation with your own convictions and
intentions."
"I said also," he urged, "that you had set the time for me. Is the idea
unpleasant to you?" he asked after a moment, while he watched her face.
She did not at once reply, but presently she turned to him with slightly
heightened color and said, ignoring his question:
"Would you rather think that you had done what you thought right because
you so thought, or because some one else wished to have you? Or, I
should say, would you rather think that the right suggestion was
another's than your own?"
He laughed a little, and said evasively: "You ought to be a lawyer, Miss
Blake. I should hate to have you cross-examine me unless I were very
sure of my evidence."
She gave a little shrug of her shoulders in reply as she turned and
resumed her embroidery. They talked for a while longer, but of other
things, the discussion of woman's influence having been dropped by
mutual consent.
After John's departure she suspended operations on the doily, and sat
for a while gazing reflectively into the fire. She was a person as frank
with herself as with others, and with as little vanity as was compatible
with being human, which is to say that, though she was not without it,
it was of the sort which could be gratified but not flattered--in fact,
the sort which flattery wounds rather than pleases. But despite her
apparent skepticism she had not been displeased by John's assertion that
she had influenced him in his course. She had expressed herself truly,
believing that he would have done as he had without her intervention;
but she thought that he was sincere, and it was pleasant to her to have
him think as he did.
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