"Those directorate jobs are purely honorary," he defended. "If I butted in with fool suggestions, they'd quite properly kick me out." "With your friends, who are also share-holders, you could assume control of the _Morning Intelligence_, couldn't you?" "I guess I could assume control, but what would I do with it?" "Do you know the reputation of that newspaper?" "I guess it's all right. It's conservative and newsy. I read it every morning when I'm in town. It fits in very nicely between the grapefruit and the bacon-and-eggs." "It is, also, powerful," she added, "and is said to be absolutely servile to corporate interests." "Drennie, you talk like an anarchist. You are rich yourself, you know." "And, against each of those other concerns, various charges have been made." "Well, what do you want me to do?" "It's not what I want you to do," she informed him; "it's what I'd like to see you want to do." "Name it! I'll want to do it forthwith." "I think, when you are one of a handful of the richest men in New York; when, for instance, you could dictate the policy of a great newspaper, yet know it only as the course that follows your grapefruit, you are a shirker and a drone, and are not playing the game." Her hand tightened on the tiller. "I think, if I were a man riding on to the polo field, I'd either try like the devil to drive the ball down between the posts, or I'd come inside, and take off my boots and colors. I wouldn't hover in lady-like futility around the edge of the scrimmage." She knew that to Horton, who played polo like a fiend incarnate, the figure would be effective, and she whipped out her words with something very close to scorn. "Duck your head!" she commanded shortly. "I'm coming about." Possibly, she had thrown more of herself into her philippic than she had realized. Possibly, some of her emphasis imparted itself to her touch on the tiller, and jerked the sloop too violently into a sudden puff as it careened. At all events, the boat swung sidewise, trembled for an instant like a wounded gull, and then slapped its spread of canvas prone upon the water with a vicious report.