who weep over Great heart's grave would have voted for him if he had
lived. In a sense we crucified him."

"Madge is serious," said Flora Waterman, "now what do you think of
that?"

"I have to be serious sometimes, Flora, to balance the rest of you. You
can be as gay as you please when I am gone, and if you perish, you
perish."

George walked beside her as the party moved towards the grandstand.
"I've half a mind to go to New York with you, Madge. I came down on your
account."

"It's because you followed me that I'm tired of you, Georgie. If you go,
I'll stay."

She was smiling as she said it. But he did not smile. "Just as you wish,
of course. But you mustn't expect me to come running when you crook your
finger."

"I never expect things, but you'll come."

Perhaps she would not have been so sure if she could have looked into
his mind. The day that Becky had ridden away, hidden by the flaps of the
old surrey, the spark of his somewhat fickle interest had been lighted,
and the glimpse that he had had of her this morning had fanned the spark
into a flame.

"Did you say the old man's name is Bannister?" he asked Oscar as the