of him was so vivid. I thought of asking you to bring him to
call.''

Hull laughed heartily. ``Victor Dorn--calling!''

``Why not?''

``He doesn't do that sort of thing. And if he did, how could I
bring him here?''

``Why not?''

``Well--in the first place, you are a lady--and he is not in your
class. Of course, men can associate with each other in politics
and business. But the social side of life--that's different.''

``But a while ago you were talking about my going in for
politics,'' said Miss Hastings demurely.

``Still, you'd not have to meet SOCIALLY queer and rough
characters----''

``Is Victor Dorn very rough?''

The interrupting question was like the bite of a big fly to a
sweating horse. ``I'm getting sick of hearing about him from
you,'' cried Hull with the pettishness of the spoiled children of
the upper class.

``In what way is he rough?'' persisted Miss Hastings. ``If you