"Good heavens, can't you see! Haven't you women any sense of fitness? Don't you know that some things are done and some things are not done?" She came to him contritely and put her hands on his shoulders. "Bojo, why do you reproach me? Because I am only thinking of your success, all the time, every day? Is that what you are angry about?" He felt like blurting out that there was something in that too, that he wanted the privilege of feeling that he was winning his own way; but instead he said: "So it was Boskirk." She looked at him, hesitated, and answered: "No, it wasn't. But if it had been why should you hold it against me? Why don't you want me to help?--for you don't!" He resolved to be blunt. "If you would only do something that is not reasonable, not calculated, Doris! But everything you do is so well considered. You didn't use to be this way. I can't help thinking you care more about your life in society than you do me. It's the worldly part of you I'm afraid about." She looked into his eyes steadily a moment and then turned her head away and nodded, smiling in assent. "Heavens, Doris, if you want to do like Dolly, if you want a position, or a title, say so and let's be honest." "But I don't-- I don't," she cried impetuously. "You don t know how I have fought--" she stopped, not wishing to mention her mother and, lifting her glance to him anxiously, said: "Bojo, what do you want me to do?" "I want you to do something uncalculated," he burst out--"mad, impulsive, as persons do who are wild in love with each other. I want you to marry me now." "Now!" "Listen: With what I've got and my salary I can scrape up ten thousand--no, don't spoil it-- I don't want any money from you. Will you take your chances and marry me on my own basis now?" She caught her breath and finally said, marking each word: "Yes--I--will--marry--you--now!" He burst out laughing at the look of terror in her eyes at the thought of facing life on ten thousand a year. "Don't worry, Doris," he said, taking her in his arms. "I wouldn't be so cruel. I only wanted to hear you say it." "But I did--I will--if you ask it," she said quickly. He shook his head. "If you'd only said it differently. Don't mind me--I'm an idiot--and you don't understand." What he meant was that he was an idiot, when he was getting so much that other men coveted, to insist on what was not in her charming, facile self to give him. An hour later, after an interview with Daniel Drake, he was ready to wonder what had made him flare up so quickly--Boskirk's presence perhaps, or something impulsive which had awakened within him when Drina had flushed while describing her distinct ideas upon the subject of the sentiments.