"You are taking it coolly," said he. "Then why try to work yourself up into a fit of hysterics? The thing is of no importance--except that you're free now--will never be bothered by Siddall again. You ought to thank me, and forget it. Don't be one of the little people who are forever agitating about trifles." Trifles! To speak of such things as trifles! And yet-- Well, what did they actually amount to in her life? "Yes, I AM free," she said thoughtfully. "I've got what I wanted--got it in the easiest way possible." "That's better," said he approvingly. "And I've burnt my bridges behind me," pursued she. "There's nothing for me now but to go ahead." "Which road?" inquired he carelessly. "The career," cried she. "There's no other for me. Of course I COULD marry Stanley, when he's free, as he would be before very long, if I suggested it. Yes, I could marry him." "Could you?" observed he. "Doesn't he love me?" "Undoubtedly." "Then why do you say he would not marry me?" demanded she. "Did I say that?" "You insinuated it. You suggested that there was a doubt." "Then, there is no doubt?" "Yes, there is," she cried angrily. "You won't let me enjoy the least bit of a delusion. He might marry me if I were famous. But as I am now-- He's an inbred snob. He can't help it. He simply couldn't marry a woman in my position. But you're overlooking one thing--that _I_ would not marry HIM." "That's unimportant, if true," said Keith. "You don't believe it?" "I don't care anything about it, my dear lady," said Keith. "Have you got time to waste in thinking about how much I am in love with you? What a womanly woman you are, to be sure. Your true woman, you know, never thinks of anything but love--not how much she loves, but how much she is loved." "Be careful!" she warned. "Some day you'll go too far in saying outrageous things to me." "And then?" said he smilingly. "You care nothing for our friendship?" "The experiment is the only interest I have in you," replied he. "That is not true," said she. "You have always liked me. That's why you looked up my hus-- General Siddall and got ready for him. That's why you saved me to-day. You are a very tender-hearted and generous man--and you hide it as you do everything else about yourself." He was looking off into space from the depths of the easy chair, a mocking smile on his classical, impassive face. "What puzzles me," she went on, "is why you interest yourself in as vain and shallow and vacillating a woman as I am. You don't care for my looks--and that's all there is to me." "Don't pause to be contradicted," said he. She was in a fine humor now. "You might at least have said I was up to the female average, for I am. What have they got to offer a man but their looks? Do you know why I despise men?" "Do you?"