“A sweet sight you’ll be!” said Ida disgustedly. “And the miners--Oh,
they’ll just love the idea of having a woman at their heels! What on
earth has got hold of you? It’s the only time I’ve ever known you
to get off your base. Why, there’s nothing a woman can do at a mine
unless she’s a graduated mining engineer, and nothing then that a man
couldn’t do better. You’ll be in the way and you’ll soon be bored to
death yourself. If you’re so crazy about Montana why don’t you do some
of those great things for her that your father suggested? And how do
you reconcile your marriage to an Italian with your devotion to your
father’s memory?”
Ora turned away her head. “My father gave me too much of himself to
expect me to play the rôle of ministering angel to anything. I intend
to invest in Montana the greater part of all that I take out of my
mine. If it gives me one of the great fortunes I shall endow my state
in some way--as Mark may suggest. But I cannot live here. That is
for ever settled. When I go to Europe I shall never return--not even
to America. I shall forget my life here, everything connected with
it--everything! One side of me is already European. I shall become
wholly so.”
“Somehow,” said Ida slowly, and with the sensation of being so close
to something that she couldn’t see it, “I don’t get the idea that
you’re so mad about Valdobia. Long since I figured that when you did
love a man you’d be a sort of white pillar of flame about him. I
firmly believe that Valdobia is the man for you, but, well--he fell
too quickly. He didn’t make you suffer, never kept you guessing for
a minute. The women that turn men’s heads are a good deal like men
themselves; they’ve got to be hurt hard and kept on tenterhooks before
they are in a condition to accommodate the virus. You are fond of
Valdobia, and well you may be, but mad isn’t the right word----”
“Oh, yes it is! It is!” Ora was walking up and down the room. “You must
believe that I love him as I never dreamed I could love anybody----”
“Hi!” cried Ida. “Your letter-man! That’s what! You were more nearly in
love with him than you are with Valdobia, and because, for some reason
or other, you couldn’t get him. Where is he?”
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