brisk way. "He is the only old man I have ever seen whose thoughts have
not grown old too. And, of course, one wonders why. He is the sort
of person who might do anything surprising. He might fall in love
and marry, or something like that, you know. Papa says he is married
already, and his wife is in a mad asylum. He says there is a tragedy.
But I don't. He has no wife--unless he has two."

"I know nothing of that side of his life. I only know his career."

"I do not care about his career," said the princess, lightly. "I go
deeper than careers."

She looked at Cartoner with a wise nod and a shrewd look in her gay,
blue eyes.

"A man's career is only the surface of his life."

"Then some men's lives are all surface," said Cartoner.

Wanda gave a little, half-pitying, half-contemptuous jerk of her head.

"Some men have the soul of an omnibus-horse," she replied.

Cartoner reflected for a moment, looking gravely the while at this girl,
who seemed to know so much of life and to have such singularly clear and
decisive views upon it.

"What would you have them do beyond going on when required and stopping
when expedient--and avoiding collisions?" he inquired.