you do, you'll get enough in about five minutes. You see, he's
not a gentleman .''

``I'm not sure that I'm wildly crazy about gentlemen-- AS
gentlemen,'' replied the girl. ``Very few of the interesting
people I've read about in history and biography have been
gentlemen.''

``And very few of them would have been pleasant to associate
with,'' rejoined Hull. ``You'll admire Victor as I do. But
you'll feel--as I do--that there's small excuse for a man who has
been educated, who has associated with upper class people,
turning round and inciting the lower classes against everything
that's fine and improving.''

It was now apparent to the girl that David Hull was irritatedly
jealous of this queer Victor Dorn-- was jealous of her interest
in him. Her obvious cue was to fan this flame. In no other way
could she get any amusement out of Davy's society; for his
tendency was to be heavily serious--and she wanted no more of the
too strenuous love making, yet wanted to keep him ``on the
string.'' This jealousy was just the means for her end. Said
she innocently: ``If it irritates you, Davy, we won't talk about
him.''

``Not at all--not at all,'' cried Hull. ``I simply thought you'd
be getting tired of hearing so much about a man you'd never
known.''

``But I feel as if I did know him,'' replied she. ``Your account