"No, Claudia," he answered, placing his hand tenderly upon her shoulder, which was covered only by the strap of pale blue embroidered satin which held her handsome corsage. "I only want to show you plainly how in a woman simplicity of heart cannot be allied to ambition. The woman who aspires to be the idol of her fellows, as you do, must be satisfied to lose this lily from her wreath. And when a woman's simplicity of heart is gone, then she is no longer faithful as a wife or safe as a friend. Her fame is, after all, nothing more than dazzling degradation." CHAPTER TEN. MAKES PLAIN A WOMAN'S DUTY. "And all that philosophy is directed against me?" she asked, looking up at him seriously. "It is only just that you should see yourself, Claudia, as others see you," he said in a more sympathetic tone of voice. "It pains me to have to speak like this; to criticise your actions as though I were a man old enough to be your grandfather. But I merely want to point out what is the unvarnished truth." "All of us have our failings," she declared with a pout. "You tell me this because you want to sever your connection with me. Why not admit the truth?" "No. I tell you this because a woman who seeks to occupy the place you now occupy is exposed to the pitiless gaze of admiration; but little respect, and no love is blended with it. I speak frankly, and say that, however much you have gained in name, in rank, in fortune, you have suffered as a woman." "How?" "Shall I tell you the actual truth?" "Certainly. You will not offend me, I assure you," she replied in a cynical tone, coquettishly placing her small foot in its neat silk stocking upon the fender. "Well, Claudia," he said, "to tell you the truth, you are no longer the simple-hearted, intelligent, generous, frank and true woman I once knew." "Really? You are extremely flattering!" she exclaimed. She began to see that her ruse of boldly returning to him as she had done and waiting him there, even in defiance of old Parsons, was of no avail. "I do not speak with any desire to hurt your feelings, Claudia," he went on. "I know my words are harsh ones, but I cannot remain a spectator of your follies without reproving you." "You would compel me to return to the deadly dulness of tennis, tea-table gossip, church-decorating and country life in cotton blouses and home-made skirts--eh? Thank you; I object. I had quite sufficient of that at Winchester." "I have no right to compel you to do anything," he answered. "I only suggest moderation, in your own interests. On every side I hear scandalous stories into which your name is introduced." "And you believe them?" she asked quickly. "You, my friend, believe all these lying inventions of my enemies?" "I believe nothing of which I have no proof." "Then you believe in what is really proved?" "Yes." "In that case you must believe that, even though I possess all the defects which you have enumerated, I nevertheless love you?"