Nathan felt himself extremely competent to give advice on what it was best for her to do. In fact, he rather knew in advance what the tenor of that advice would be, regardless of the detail of the predicament. Music rather lost its charm after that. Carol arose and walked across to the window. She stood looking out into the winter moonlight where the shade was but half-way drawn. “A girl now ought to marry for love alone, hadn’t she?” was her question. “Absolutely!” affirmed Nathan. “Yes. I’ve always thought so! There isn’t anything greater in the world than love, is there?” “No,” cried the boy grimly. “And if more people would only stop to realize it, this world would be a better place. Happier, anyhow!” “It’s so good to get a fresh, virile, masculine viewpoint on so important a subject. Because it affects one’s life so vitally, doesn’t it?” sighed Carol. “My God!” groaned Archibald Cuttner in his bedroom. Whereupon his wife curtly advised him that he was pulling the bedclothes all up at the bottom. Carol went on: “And we can’t see a problem in proper perspective when it’s up too close to our noses, now, can we?” “Usually not,” agreed the boy. “Do you know, Mr. Forge, I think we’re going to be awfully good friends. We understand each other so completely. And it’s such a relief for a girl to have a firm, true gentleman-friend to turn to—in such a vital matter as love and marriage.” “I wish you could have read some of the stuff I’ve written,” observed Nathan. “You’d get my viewpoint exactly.” “It must be very wonderful, Mr. Forge. You understand human nature so perfectly.” Nathan thought it discreet to preserve a dignified silence, as befitted one competent to advise perplexed young women on such momentous subjects as love and marriage. “I’m hungry!” declared the girl suddenly. “You wait here. I’ll see what I can rustle in the pantry.” Nathan arranged the music in order and laid it away on the lower shelf of the what-not. He paced the room only to sink down into a rocker, hands thrust deep in his pockets. So he had found _the_ girl at last! Vaguely he remembered a Biblical verse—“All things work together for good to those who love God.” He wondered just how much he loved God. His conscience pricked him a bit as he recollected his caustic comment upon the Almighty in the past. Somehow the Lord was magnanimously returning good for evil. Yes, he had treated God rather scurvily. And in return, the Almighty had sent him this great happiness! Henceforth Nathan would take his Sunday-morning presence at church more seriously.