Because Jane had again and again in her five grown-up years
experienced men falling passionately in love with her, she
fancied she was an expert in matters of love. In fact, she had
still everything to learn.

On the way home she, assuming that the affair was as good as
settled, that she and Victor Dorn were lovers, was busy with
plans for the future. Victor Dorn had made a shrewd guess at the
state of her mind. She had no intention of allowing him to
pursue his present career. That was merely foundation. With the
aid of her love and council, and of her father's money and
influence, he--he and she--would mount to something really worth
while--something more than the petty politics of a third rate
city in the West. Washington was the proper arena for his
talents; they would take the shortest route to Washington. No
trouble about bringing him around; a man so able and so sensible
as he would not refuse the opportunity to do good on a grand
scale. Besides--he must be got away from his family, from these
doubtless good and kind but certainly not very high class
associates of his, and from Selma Gordon. The idea of his
comparing HER with Selma Gordon! He had not done so aloud, but
she knew what was in his mind. Yes, he must be taken far away
from all these provincial and narrowing associations.

But all this was mere detail. The big problem was how to bring
her father round. He couldn't realize what Victor Dorn would be
after she had taken him in hand. He would see only Victor Dorn,
the labor agitator of Remsen City, the nuisance who put
mischievous motives into the heads of ``the hands''--the man who
made them think they had heads when they were intended by the