Miss Herbert still surveyed the scenery.

"Well,--I don't feel so sorry for him now you tell me it was only
the money he was after"--she said--"I thought he was a finer
character--"

"You're talking 'Middle Ages' again,"--interrupted Gwent--"Who wants
fine characters nowadays? The object of life is to LIVE, isn't it?
And to 'live' means to get all you can for your own pleasure and
profit,--take care of Number One!--and let the rest of the world do
as it likes. It's quite YOUR method,--though you pretend it isn't!"

"You're not very polite!" she said.

"Now, why should I be?" he pursued, argumentatively--"What's
politeness worth unless you want to flatter something for yourself
out of somebody? I never flatter, and I'm never polite. I know just
how you feel,--you haven't got as much money as you want and you're
looking about for a fellow who HAS. Then you'll marry him--if you
can. You, as a woman, are doing just what Jack did as a man. But,--
if you miss your game, I don't think you'll commit suicide. You're
too well-balanced for that. And I think you'll succeed in your aims-
-if you're careful!"

"If I'm careful?" she echoed, questioningly.

"Yes--if you want a millionaire. Especially the old rascal you're
after. Don't dress too 'loud.' Don't show ALL your back--leave some
for him to think about. Don't paint your face,--let it alone. And
be, or pretend to be, very considerate of folks' feelings. That'll