"I thought so. Now I understand your change of attitude. He’s been preaching at you. It’s his specialty. His views, curse them, are like a drought. They dry up all one’s spontaneity and natural affection. Long ago, in the tenements, I noticed his sinister effect on you. Whenever you went out with him, you came back with your heart hardened against me." She laughed and said: "What nonsense! You’re quite wrong. Robert hasn’t wasted any of his valuable sermons on me. He hasn’t sent me so much as a scrap of paper." "Then what has changed you, all of a sudden? Is it my father you’re afraid of? That would be too absurd. He’ll come around. He has got to come around. He can’t help himself. I know too much about the business, its secrets and its weaknesses. So don’t worry on that score." "Claude, it’s all very fine. But I don’t see myself as your wife. I’d never do. You need a woman to manage you like a mother and to flatter you like a squaw. But—these jobs not being in my line—I’d criticize you like an equal. And you know you simply can’t stand criticism." Was she really rejecting his offer of marriage? Claude was appalled at the apathy of the feminine intellect in the face of a miracle. Didn’t she know what his offer meant? (He tried to convey it to her—not in the exact words, but in euphemisms.) It meant a change of estate from mistress to wife. The wife of Claude Fontaine! The wife of a merchant prince of Paris, London, New York, etc. (the only sort of prince that counted in the twentieth century; no mere paper prince or petty Venetian dogeling, but a prince whose rank had an international validity and whose means could challenge the heart to name its wildest desire). It was not conceivable that she knew what she was about. Still, he had to face the possibility. And this desertion on top of all he had endured in consequence of leaving America with her! "Isn’t there a shred of gratitude in you?" he cried out, aghast at her unyielding front. "I’m not ungrateful, Claude," she said, gravely. "Living with you has been a liberal education. I’ve learned the truth about marriage without binding myself for life; I’ve also learned the difference between affection and infatuation without breaking either your heart or mine. Can I ever repay this? If every girl could have some experience in living with a man or two before she made a permanent choice, I believe marriage would be far more popular." "Confound your opinions," he shouted, in an agony of rage. With a wild movement, he seized both her arms and furiously lifted her to her feet. "Look here. Do you think you can calmly turn your back on me after what I’ve put up with, after all I’ve suffered on your account? Exactly why do you want to go away at the very moment that I’m marooned in this infernal town? You’ve got to tell me straight! Is it sheer insanity, or a craze for romantic adventure?" With cheeks glowing and lips quivering, she said: