He leaned toward her now, his lined young face illuminated with sudden emotion. "I wish I could explain that to you, Mrs. Rawn," said he. "I feel it, too! Now maybe we _can_ understand! How did I drive my car over here, charged from one of our overhead motors? Ah, that's my secret. But I took it out of the air! That motor of ours was in _tune_ with it--the great power that's in the air, everywhere. Mrs. Rawn, it's getting in _tune with the world_ that makes you happy. Nothing else is going to do it! Get in tune with the _plan_! All I've ever done in my receiving-motor has been to get in tune with the hills and the rivers and the forests--with _life_." IX She leaned toward him now, that on her face which he had never seen there before. He looked her fair in the eyes and went on, firmly, strongly. "I've done that; and I've said to myself that I wasn't going to throw that away and give it to a few, when it belonged to everybody. I am unhappy as you are; more so. _I'm_ not in tune with life as we live it. No, I certainly am not. But I know that to be perfectly happy we've got to get in tune with the purpose of the world. What is it? What _is_ that second current? I don't know. What is it? You tell me--" "I'll tell you what I believe," said Virginia Rawn slowly, her hands dropping in her lap, her face pale. "I shouldn't wonder if it was--love!" "And _that_ belongs to everybody, not just a few--to every one--not just to the rich men, with money to buy what they want?" He was looking at her keenly now. "To everybody?" She shook her head. "Not always, Charley." "Why not--Virginia?" CHAPTER V MEANS TO AN END I "Well, he's gone, then?" Rawn turned toward his wife a face years older than it had been an hour ago, a face haggard and lined, pasty in color. His bitter agitation was evident in his voice, in his expression, in the stoop of his shoulders--in a score of signs not usual with him. Virginia was even more noncommittal than her wont as she faced him. Grace had disappeared. "What did you do--how did you handle him, Jennie?" he began--"you were talking for over an hour there! Did you manage to hold things together--will he let up?" She faced him full now, as he stood in the blaze of the electric lights in the interior of the house, where Halsey had left her, in the chair from which she had not moved since his departure. Every delicate, clear-cut feature was fully visible now. Her lips just parted to show the double row of her white teeth in a faint smile. Her chin was a trifle up, her head high. "He will wait a little while," she answered quietly. "At least, I think so." "Good! Fine! I knew you'd do it, Jennie! You're a wonder!--I don't think there's a woman in all the world like you!" He advanced toward her. "Don't paw me over!" she exclaimed, drawing back. "Well, now, then--I only meant--"