Quick to see his advantage he drew her gently inside. "See, Nan, there are no cheap imitations in here, no vulgar ornaments which mean nothing. There has been no copying of models. These rooms I planned with your spirit, dearest, hovering over me, and each one has its little surprise--a nook, a turn, a window opening unexpectedly on its entrancing view. The ornaments on its walls will grow as we grow--pictures we shall find and always love, and tapestries your own dear hands shall paint. This home will be a real one because it will have a soul. There can be no coarse or menial tasks within its walls because its work shall be glorified by the old immortal song of love and life." Stuart leaned close and spoke in a low tense voice: "And it will always be beautiful, Nan, because it will be penetrated with the touch of your hand. Every piece of furniture will glow with that radiance. Gold and precious stones can have no such lustre. See, here I have planned to place your piano. There will be no music on earth like the songs those throbbing strings shall make to my soul when they quiver beneath the touch of your hand. Here on this seat I shall lie by the window, looking out over the sea, dream and think great thoughts of life and death and immortality while you play for me. And with each passing year, dearest, the songs that you sing will be deeper and richer and more and more full of divine meaning." The lover slipped his arm gently around the girl's yielding form, her head drooped on his shoulder, the great dark eyes blinded with tears. For a moment he held her in silence broken only by a deep sob. His hand touched her hair with the tenderest gesture as he whispered: "We can only know a few real friends in this world, dearest--but one great love comes to any human soul, and life is all too short to lose a single day----" "Hush--hush! Jim," the girl cried in anguish, "don't say any more, please!" "Tell me that it's all right, dear," he urged. "You know you cannot leave me now. You know that you love me and that your love is a deathless thing." "Yes, yes, I know," she gasped. "But I'm going to marry him! I can't help it. The spell of his millions is on me and I can't shake it off!" So sure was Stuart of victory, Nan's outburst made no impression on his mind. He continued to soothe her as he would a tired child. "Of course I know you don't mean that--you are only reproaching the imaginary girl who betrayed her love for money. The real Nan is sobbing here in my arms--mine forever----" With a determined effort she drew herself from his embrace and in hard cold tones said: "No. Jim, you must face the truth. I am going to marry this man, and the most horrible thing I can say about myself is that, deeply as I love you, I know I shall be content with the splendid career that will be mine. I shall never regret my marriage." The lover looked at her in a dazed way as if unable to grasp the meaning of her words.