'No. And a girl ought to be ashamed to talk as you do, Josephine!' 'Now hush! _You_ shan't snub me. I came to you for comfort. Why ought I to be ashamed to talk so? Don't _you_ like to have your own way?' 'My own way does not trend in that direction,' said Miss Kennedy. 'And I should scorn to have it over such a weak thing as a man who would let a girl fool him to his face.' 'Men like such fooling. I know they do. I can do just what I like with them. But then if I was married,—I don't suppose I could fool so many at once. Why, Hazel, if you don't have your own way with men who let you, who _will_ you have it with? Not the men who won't let you;—such a bluebeard of a man as your guardian, for instance. O do tell me! don't you sometimes get tired of living?' 'We are talking about your affairs this morning,' said Hazel. 'I should get tired of living, very soon, I think, at your rate.' 'I am,' said Josephine. And she looked so. 'Sometimes I am ready to wish I had never been born. What's the good of living, anyhow, Hazel, when the fun's over?' 'Fun?' Hazel repeated,—how was she to tell this girl what seemed to her just now the good of living? 'Yes. You know all the summer there have been the garden parties and the riding parties, and the Germans, and the four-in-hand parties, and all sorts of delightful things; and now they're all over; and it makes me so blue! To be sure, by and by, there will be the season in town; but that won't be much till after the holidays, anyhow; and I feel horridly. And now comes Charteris bothering me. What would you do, Hazel?' 'What would I do?' Hazel repeated again, with a curious feeling that there was but one man in the world, and so of course what _could_ anybody do! A little shy of the subject too, and feeling her cheeks grow warm in the discussion. 'Do you like him very much, Josephine?' 'Very much?'—deliberately. 'No. I don't think I like him very much. But papa says that will come fast enough when I am married. He says,—you know Charteris is awfully rich,—he says, papa says, this marriage will give me such a "position." Mamma don't conceive that one of her daughters can want position. But then, papa is a little lower down than mamma, you know. Well, I should have "position,' and everything else I want—carriages and jewels, you know; diamonds; don't you like diamonds? I could have all I want. If I only could have them without the man!' 'You could live with him all your life, you think? by the help of the diamonds?' 'Papa says so. And mamma says so. I don't get any feeling at home. Annabella is wholly engaged in getting up parties to go to Dane Rollo's readings in Morton Hollow; that's all she thinks about. Isn't he too ridiculous?' 'I asked about Mr. Charteris,' said Wych Hazel, knitting her brows a little. 'And it is you who must live with him—not your father and mother. Could you do it, Josephine? with him alone?'