"A woman doesn't need a man--if she isn't too lazy to earn a living," pursued Craig. "But what's a man without a woman about?" "You want a wife, and you want her quick," said Arkwright. "You saw what a condition my clothes are in. Then, I need somebody to talk with." "To talk to," corrected Grant. "I can't have you round all the time to talk to." "Heaven forbid!" cried Arkwright. "You never talk about anything but yourself." "Some day, my boy," said Josh, with his grave good humor of the great man tolerating the antics of a mountebank, "you'll appreciate it wasn't the subject that was dull, but the ears. For the day'll come when everybody'll be thinking and talking about me most of the time." Arkwright grinned. "It's lucky you don't let go before everybody like that." "Yes, but I do," rejoined Craig. "And why not? They can't stop my going ahead. Besides, it's not a bad idea"--he nodded, with that shrewdness which was the great, deep-lying vein in his nature--"not at all a bad idea, to have people think you a frank, loose-mouthed, damn fool--IF you ain't. Ambition's a war. And it's a tremendous advantage to lead your enemies to underestimate you. That's one reason why I ALWAYS win ... So you're going TO TRY to get me a wife?" "I'm going to get you one--one of the sort you need. You need a woman who'll tame you down and lick you into shape." Craig smiled scornfully. "One who'll know how to smooth the enemies you make with your rough-and-tumble manners; one who'll win friends for you socially--" Josh made a vehement gesture of dissent. "Not on your life!" cried he. "Of course, my wife must be a lady, and interested in my career. But none of your meddling politicians in petticoats for me! I'll do my own political maneuvering. I want a woman, not a bad imitation of a man." "Well, let that go," said Arkwright. "Also, she ought to be able to supply you with funds for your political machinery." Josh sat up as if this were what he had been listening for. "That's right!" cried he. "Politics is hell for a poor man, nowadays. The people are such thoughtless, short-sighted fools--" He checked himself, and in a different tone went on: "However, I don't mean exactly that--" "You needn't hedge, Josh, with me." "I don't want you to be thinking I'm looking for a rich woman." "Not at all--not at all," laughed his friend. "If she had too much money it'd be worse for my career than if she had none at all." "I understand," said Arkwright. "Enough money to make me independent--if I should get in a tight place," continued Josh. "Yes, I must marry. The people are suspicious of a bachelor. The married men resent his freedom--even the happily married ones. And all the women, married and single, resent his not surrendering." "I never suspected you of cynicism."