Hatless, McGregor walked up Drexel Boulevard in the soft stillness of the summer night. He was annoyed at the outcome of the evening and in his heart half wished that Margaret had sent him away defeated. His arms ached to have her against his breast but his mind kept presenting one after another the objections to marriage with her. “Men are submerged by such women and forget their work,” he told himself. “They sit looking into the soft brown eyes of their beloved, thinking of happiness. A man should go about his work thinking of that. The fire that runs through the veins of his body should light his mind. One wants to take the love of woman as an end in life and the woman accepts that and is made happy by it.” He thought with gratitude of Edith in her shop on Monroe Street. “I do not sit in my room at night dreaming of taking her in my arms and pouring kisses on her lips,” he whispered. * * * * * In the door of her house Mrs. Ormsby had stood watching McGregor and Margaret. She had seen them stop at the end of the walk. The figure of the man was lost in shadows and that of Margaret stood alone, outlined against a distant light. She saw Margaret's hand thrust out--was she clutching his sleeve--and heard the murmur of voices. And then the man precipitating himself into the street. His hat catapulted ahead of him and a quick outburst of half-hysterical laughter broke the stillness. Laura Ormsby was furious. Although she hated McGregor she could not bear the thought that laughter should break the spell of romance. “She is just like her father,” she muttered. “At least she might show some spirit and not be like a wooden thing, ending her first talk with a lover with a laugh like that.” As for Margaret she stood in the darkness trembling with happiness. She imagined herself going up the dark stairway to McGregor's office in Van Buren Street where once she had gone to take him news of the murder case--laying her hand upon his shoulder and saying, “Take me in your arms and kiss me. I am your woman. I want to live with you. I am ready to renounce my people and my world and to live your life for your sake.” Margaret, standing in the darkness before the huge old house in Drexel Boulevard, imagined herself with Beaut McGregor--living with him as his wife in a small apartment over a fish market on a West Side street. Why a fish market she could not have said. CHAPTER V