"To work another man." "She meant it." "How easily women fool men!--even the wise men like you." "She meant it." "She still hopes to marry you--or she has heard of your marriage----" Norman lifted his head. Into his face came the cynical, suspicious expression. "And has fastened on some other man. Or perhaps she's found some good provider who's willing to marry her." Norman sprang up, his eyes blazing, his mouth working cruelly. "By God!" he cried. "If I thought that!" His sister was alarmed. Such a man--in such a delirium--might commit any absurdity. He flung himself down in despair. "Urse, why can't I get rid of this thing? It's ruining me. It's killing me!" "Your good sense tells you if you had her you'd be over it--" She snapped her fingers--"like that." "Yes--yes--I know it! But--" He groaned--"she has broken with me." Ursula went to him and kissed him and took his head in her arms. "What a _boy_-boy it is!" she said tenderly. "Oh, it must be dreadful to have always had whatever one wanted and then to find something one can't have. We women are used to it--and the usual sort of man. But not your sort, Freddy--and I'm so sorry for you." "I want her, Urse--I want her," he groaned, and he was almost sobbing. "My God, I _can't_ get on without her." "Now, Freddy dear, listen to me. You know she's 'way, 'way beneath you--that she isn't at all what you've got in the habit of picturing her--that it's all delusion and nonsense----" "I want her," he repeated. "I want her." "You'd be ashamed if you had her as a wife--wouldn't you?" He was silent. "She isn't a _lady_." "I don't know," replied he. "She hasn't any sense. A low sort of cunning, yes. But not brains--not enough to hold you." "I don't know," replied he. "She's got enough for a woman. And--I _want_ her." "She isn't to be compared with Josephine." "But I don't want Josephine. I want _her_." "But which do you want to _marry_?--to bring forward as your wife?--to spend your life with?" "I know. I'm a mad fool. But, Urse, I can't help it." He stood up suddenly. "I've used every weapon I've got. Even pride--and it skulked away. My sense of humor--and it weakened. My will--and it snapped." "Is she so wonderful?" "She is so--elusive. I can't understand her--I can't touch her. I can't find her. She keeps me going like a man chasing an echo." "Like a man chasing an echo," repeated Ursula reflectively. "I understand. It is maddening. She must be clever--in her way." "Or very simple. God knows which; I don't--and sometimes I think she doesn't, either." He made a gesture of dismissal. "Well, it's finished. I must pull myself together--or try to." "You will," said his sister confidently. "A fortnight from now you'll be laughing at yourself." "I am now. I have been all along. But--it does no good."